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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.

Stephanie Briar

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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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