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Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Light flickers. The last petal of a rose

breaks off and paints the counter top red. She grabs

the vase and cleans out its contents. Fade to dark, the light

drowns as she embraces a new flower. ‘You’ll rip apart.

Naive little thing, there’ll always be another.’


Photographer Unknown

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