Written by Jacob Ibrag
We are the plates crashing into each other after
the Earth decides to quake. Rewriting truths till new
ones begin to shape. The comfortable suffer and try to
hold on to what used to be, while the rest work together
to form new realities. No permanence here. Empires
built upon the ruble are made to disappear.
Eyes + Words 
Love the lines about the comfortable. Really nice gem here.
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Thank you Rob 🙂
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,, this is a wonderful poem ,,, concrete
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Thank you 🙂
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Truly amazing.
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautiful. I loved the earth element in this. It was refreshing.:)
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Thank you 😀
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‘Empires build on rubble are made to disappear’ I love that line. Will be okay if I quote it on a piece I am working on?
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Thank you and sure 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thanks Soshinie 😀
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You are truly great at poetry! 😀
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That means a lot to me, thank you 🙂
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You’re very welcome. I hope you have a lovely day. ^_^
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Likewise 😀
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Excellent
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Thank you 🙂
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Very un-cliché analogy. Nice.
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An interesting reflection. The line that grabbed me was, “Empires built upon the ruble are made to disappear.”
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Thank you 🙂
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Wowwww…
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😀
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Damn, ifinn that’s honestly true, like you have been living there,
hidden upon reality..
chris
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I wish i could write like you- i can barely get 2 likes on a post😂😂 You are amazing!
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Thanks haha 🙂
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