Written by Jacob Ibrag
She fights the fire with
the tears running from her ducts.
Nothing is owed, the good and the hard.
‘Why does this keep happening?’ Hordes of
purposeless puppets streaming gibberish.
‘Give me a reason.’ They haven’t any.
Photography by Jordan Bauer
Eyes + Words 
Another beautiful piece! ❤
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Thank you 😀
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The inky reason is suffering,
It is why we are,
And all that we may become.
There is no life without suffering.
She is our mother
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Can relate
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