Written by Jacob Ibrag
Paint us a streak of direction. What if we
fall in with the senseless? Faces, absent from
expression. Less we know the stranger. Oceans
of calamity flowing in between our fingers.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Paint us a streak of direction. What if we
fall in with the senseless? Faces, absent from
expression. Less we know the stranger. Oceans
of calamity flowing in between our fingers.


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Sounds really intense…
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