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iSugarMagazine Finale: A Last Collection.

Lets celebrate the
Time we never had.

Facing Truth I by Mietzekatze3847

With flowers
Ways were laid.

Scene from Enfolded 4 by Jordan Bakare

Shining in the six-fold light

Listening to the hum of the subconscious symphony

MFNT

Infinit Mud by Rubén Darío Lombardozzi

Small world with
Bigger dreams.

Facing Truth II by Mietzekatze3847

Drink and eat and
Love and sleep.

A Lover’s Collection by Jordan Bakare

The door has opened to a new life you have created from every missed dream and unexpected triumph

Opened to a world where every moment is beyond your imaginings

It is only a step away

Now Enter

MFNT

Facing Truth III by Mietzekatze3847

The way is the way.
Walkers walked.

Lover’s Collection by Ezequiel Piola

Some words came together,
Feelings were felt.

Facing Truth IV by Mietzekatze3847

Mix all colors,
They will be grey.

The Element of Desire by Ruth Coleman

But you know green
Forever and ever.

Facing Truth V by Mietzekatze3847

We are the busy blind.
And remember.

My Tiny Spoon by Jordan Bakare

Hope is a way
From inside out
also.

Hoffnung ist auch ein Weg aus sich selbst heraus by Evamaria Freshmaker
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“Exceed” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Bigger and better,
Faster and fatter, it will
Exceed the limits. (jf)

“Exceed” by Evamaria Freshmaker

“Hot Chocolate” – Jonathan Falk

I am walking to the park. I dream of writing poetry on your body. The feeling isn’t mutual, still I catch some of your sun. Nothing of this is a metaphor. Life is past when we are collecting our memories. Dusty cupboards. Squared fields of weeds. I am standing on a roof. 

Mindfuck needs no preservation. Poisonous thoughts of re-erection of one’s dreams. Rejuvenate the profile. Mind-mapping a wayout-plan, a fallback-system to commons like eating, working and dying. Love is dark matter, an ancient, cruel forest. Keep on walking, slowly, follow the low music.

We’ve all been there, and no matter how long you discuss, we belong together. Mathematicians try to prove our existence by failure, although we are everywhere’s force. Undeniable. Together we fall at walls of individuality. Big like small. A famous massacre. You like me. But: All I want is a peaceful life at your side.

“Hot Chocolate” by Jonathan Falk