Written by Jacob Ibrag
Cold air. Figurative sweater.
Tongue grinding into teeth. Frictional
compensation. Shivering. Goosebumps forming
on the back of your neck. Running wasn’t a good plan.
Hindsight. Far from home, far from any shelter. She begged
you to put on a sweater. Walking. Face curled into t-shirt.
Tangible regrets. Unable to feel your toes or fingers.
Photography by Benjamin Voros
Wow. Just wow. ππ
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Thank you π
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I love the poems & poetry that you submit, but I was just wondering why it is reblogged all day?
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