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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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 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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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