Pick

Written by Jacob Ibrag

It crumbles into the wind. Rise to a stench of wanting to

care. Walk on a bridge that seems familiar. Discover what’s been

missing, a little of you that has been waiting. In the middle now,

pick your reason. Fall on your sword, wake up and repeat.

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Photographer Unknown

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Here are two new videos from the open mic poetry night we had back in March. Follow our facebook/twitter/instagram for future event info. Hope you enjoy!

Read this piece – Diverge

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