Written by Jacob Ibrag
The illusion thaws as the truth
kicks you in the head, and it hurts.
It’s painful and raw. You imagine
that this is what open heart surgery
must feel like without the procaine.
The knife slowly consuming your
skin as it makes its way across your
chest. And you restrain yourself,
bearing the pain because for the
first time in this relationship, you
know exactly where your place is.
Eyes + Words 
Ok so that’s good.
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Beautiful and love the image.
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Thank you 🙂
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YES!!This is crazy good.
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Thanks 😀
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Deep.. aww man
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Thank you 🙂
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I absolutely love this page. Every poem is meaningful and deep, matched with a picture of similar depth and significance. Wonderful!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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My pleasure! If you have the time, could you give me any pointers on my page or poetry?
https://zachsmith98.wordpress.com/
Thank you!
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Sure 🙂
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wow..no more words needed!
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🙂
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oh so you post in here. Perhaps you were unaware and perhaps it was by design but when you like someone’s post – neither link you click on for U produces anything other than ‘not found’. if you are not purposely hiding, then you may wish to change this. If it’s a specialty, and I know some who do this, then carry on as you were. Reading… yeah we know exactly where our place is – that’s why I have a phaser in one hand and a samurai sword in the other.Have a good night!~
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Great piece and I love the imagery it built up in my mind x
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Thanks Simone 🙂
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Man, that hurt! But what a beautiful write!
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Thank you 🙂
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