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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 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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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 don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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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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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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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