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Written by Jacob Ibrag It crumbles into the wind. Rise to a stench of wanting to care. Walk on aContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag It crumbles into the wind. Rise to a stench of wanting to care. Walk on aContinue Reading
7/10/2017 I think that ideas exist outside of ourselves. I think somewhere, we’re all connected off in some very abstractContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Light flickers. The last petal of a rose breaks off and paints the counter top red.Continue Reading
7/8/2017 “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve thatContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag He pierced through the cracks of her skin, visually peeling past the layers that she hadContinue Reading





