lunch nantygreens
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Lunch –
Taiye was so engrossed in her phone she didn’t even hear Jide walk into the office kitchen.

“Is this thing really worth it sef?” she mumbled to herself.

“Is what really worth it?”

men mold breast like clay
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Men Mold Breast Like Clay
Breast look down when they’ve died.

Show not a man the church where clays pray, the soil where clays worship, the body where clays fast, the building where clays speak in tongues.

for the lives that failed nantygreens
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FOR THE LIVES THAT FAILED
Today,
Let us cry into the dusk, while watching our stinking selves
Stand unstirred beneath the feet of hills in ìdànrè
To find partial answers, to the hunger singing restless hymns
In our heat-burnt heads

a Story with No Name
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A Story with No Name by Joy Chime
My ex-girlfriend once said, out of the blue, when we were still an album, that I kissed like her ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, I was puzzled. And curious, so I asked what she meant.

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