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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself

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