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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.

Stephanie Briar

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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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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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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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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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 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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