Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘This isn’t a joke,’ she whispered. I wasn’t laughing,
and yet I wasn’t being serious. Reduced to a ghost in a dream,
the kind that tries to guide the sleep. I was awake in this moment,
and she was stuck between states. ‘This isn’t a joke,’ I repeated.
She wasn’t laughing, and yet she wasn’t being serious.
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This is downright haunting. Great job.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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I love how all of your poems flow in a sort of stream-of-conscious style. Reading your poetry feels like swimming through mystical water, and I love it. 😊
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I’m really happy you’re enjoying the experience 🙂
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