flaking into hush-ripples;
worn jeans, dusted cuffs
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a collection of things I have written in college
Samuel O. Adeyemi is a voice to be heard.
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- She smiled nails bare and bulging from the molding...
- Fog-eyed, the words blend: "perm" and "poem" confu...
- I bit your index finger, drawing blood from my bot...
- "they became bloodthirst, everything" mouths stain...
- Her white-dyed fur muff armored her right arm, rab...
- Academy, hair-prices, service, styling, web-bundle...
- wedding, her mesh-veil slashes across her forehead...
- two women, salon, push pinched pitches for Polite,...
- cattail tips ash, fall flaking into hush-ripples; ...
- Your oak-paneled smile, the cotton on your breath,...
- you say, "you don't know": bite-nails or poison li...
- wall-blocks, brick-corners, concrete teeth gnashin...
- crows' heads fever-cock scourging for prey; your a...
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