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Written by Jacob Ibrag I remember the last time I saw you. We were Rorschach images, bent out of shape. Goodbye’s aren’t meantContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag I remember the last time I saw you. We were Rorschach images, bent out of shape. Goodbye’s aren’t meantContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She tugged my arm and asked me if I was going to stay for a bitContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She fell to her knees and watched the leaves come to life. What is life and it’sContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag The girl unveiled her arm that was covered by a dark cloak. The arm was replaced byContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Doors open to those who knock. So she did. They collapsed right by her feet. Walking tallContinue Reading





