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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.

Stephanie Briar

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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Bone Empty Food Satisfaction Shame Starve Yourself
Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Darkness Fall Moon Myself Run Scare Stars Yourself
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars 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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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
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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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time
I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Culture Live Myself
To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Better Change Day Dreams Fire Help Light Name Oppression Support Yourself
Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Activate Born Creation Creativity
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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Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Alive Burn Death Dreams Easy Haunt Myself Night Peace
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing

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