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Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘We’re a mess,’ he whispered as she painted his chest with the brim of her lips.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘We’re a mess,’ he whispered as she painted his chest with the brim of her lips.Continue Reading
Written by Dan Genaro You are the blue in my sky, a cloud floating high. Leaving is hard much like ourContinue Reading
1/29/2017 “Maybe you don’t go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don’t do. TheContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag You’re the smoke I inhale from this cancer stick, patiently taking me apart till there’s nothingContinue Reading
1/27/2017 “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it tookContinue Reading





