Written by Jacob Ibrag
Purposeless. Isn’t that what
you called us? Atoms clashing into each
other for no particular reason. It’s just, because.
Convenience. Products of proximity. A relationship
built on how close we slept. And I kinda agree, that
make a lot of sense. So I’m going to give you
space, a horizon painted with intent.
This is beautiful.
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Thank you π
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Very nice poem!
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Thanks Gracia π
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Your Welcome
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Beautiful
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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Sounds like this love needs rethinking…
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This got me thinking deep
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Beautiful! I love your writing style, can’t wait to read more π
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Thanks Lexie π
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Oh Im trying so hard to repost this and I’m failing. There’s a calming solemnity to your words
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Thank you π
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