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Written by Jacob Ibrag Dressed in karma, she asks him if he carries any regrets. ‘Making us, altering my image.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Dressed in karma, she asks him if he carries any regrets. ‘Making us, altering my image.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag How is she this cerebral? Cocktail of emotions hitting me on every side, left and right.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Take them, the parts that helped you move forward. No, I don’t need them. Not anymore.Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Melt into madness. Disappear. As a kid, I’d let it all get to me. The fearContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Cold air. Figurative sweater. Tongue grinding into teeth. Frictional compensation. Shivering. Goosebumps forming on the backContinue Reading





