Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘Talk to me.’ Nothing left to say. Running from
the stomp of reality. This was their warning all those
years back. Gambling blindly with chips that were never
ours to have. Borrowing against time. Borrowing till there
is nothing left. All-in a system that we helped manifest.
Eyes + Words 
Beautiful poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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How do you always come up with such beautiful pieces? You are an inspiration.
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Thank you very much 😀
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Love the poker references. Simple yet profound. By any chance do you play poker?
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Thanks and I do 🙂
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Nice! Are you a shark? It used to be my job until 2016. The games got so much harder to beat over the years though, sigh.
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Shark? I wish haha. I’m alright.
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That’s good! As long as you’re not the fish 🐠 hahaha
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A simple piece, but it tells a whole story. Great work.
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Thanks Gabby 🙂
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So well done. Not a word out of place!
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Thanks Sarah 🙂
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