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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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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 don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
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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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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