Written by Jacob Ibrag
It’s the way it bends. Backwards,
towards their direction. There’s a space. Moving
lips, words giving up after a certain distance. Antique
bridge. A drop separated from her lake. ‘Doesn’t need to be
permanent.’ She has to know what they’re saying. It’s the
way it bends. Backwards, towards a place she left.
Perfectly written!
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Beautiful. Calm like a dream.
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I love this!
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Beautifully written
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This is the line that jumped out at me, “words giving up after a certain distance” Mysterious piece.
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Very haunting.
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Interesting and mysterious.
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Lovely
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This is so moving and beautiful.
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