Freed from the rigors of meaning,
Man can now assign his own.
What use is there projecting hope
Into isolation, loneliness, and cold?
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a collection of things I have written in college
Samuel O. Adeyemi is a voice to be heard.
Ben Wang loves you.
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- A Brief History of Beauty and a Plea to Her
- The Doomstone
- They cry every time they think of friendsAnd lost ...
- The Sweetest Things
- Dancing Like Radicals
- Lingering Lover
- Computer Clock
- Powerless
- Venting from Frustration
- You, skating
- A Stranger
- Goodnight
- Ocean Eyes
- I Have Changed
- Library Coffee
- On Your Birthday
- Questions on Weakness
- Silence
- Little Light of Mine
- Legs
- Elders
- Flowers for Smiles
- University Blvd.
- A stanza
- For Lampasas, Texas
- A Get-together
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