Potential Titles: Hanif Abdurraqib

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We're all on our own sinking islands - Hanif Abdurraqib "Glamor on the West Streets/Silver Over Everything"

The fraction of a dream behind every door - Hanif Abdurraqib "Glamor on the West Streets/Silver Over Everything"

To spend it on a half-finished freedom - Hanif Abdurraqib "Glamor on the West Streets/Silver Over Everything"

Every mode of unfulfilled promise - Hanif Abdurraqib "Glamor on the West Streets/Silver Over Everything"

Tell me something about the dandelion - Hanif Abdurraqib "How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This"

With our heels digging into the good mud - Hanif Abdurraqib "How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This"

A million-dollar god with a two-cent heaven - Hanif Abdurraqib "How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This"

Scatter his whole mind across a field - Hanif Abdurraqib "How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This"

The cloak of despair thrown over - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

The newly unfamiliar absence of morning - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

This flimsy math of hours - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

I know of no devils who evict themselves - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Above the ground for another cluster of hours - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Everyone a hazy quilt of features - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Lead me through a cavern of longing - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Survived the groaning machinery of darkness - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

In an empire awash with light - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Light in the sinning hours - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Pouring out of the chest's orchestra - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

In the marching band of my survival - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

Horns at the gates of the apocalypse - Hanif Abdurraqib "I Was told the Sunlight Was a Cure"

The shore of some brief & gilded mercy - Hanif Abdurraqib "It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off"

The hips of this vast & immovable grief - Hanif Abdurraqib "It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off"

Torn from the perch of their comfort - Hanif Abdurraqib "It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off"

Not close enough to be cherished - Hanif Abdurraqib "It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off"

A unique river of desire - Hanif Abdurraqib "It's Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die"

In love with the idea of staying - Hanif Abdurraqib "It's Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die"

Some wounds cannot be hushed - Hanif Abdurraqib "The Prestige"

Begins with pain as a mirror - Hanif Abdurraqib "The Prestige"

When desire becomes a fugitive - Hanif Abdurraqib "The Prestige"

I respect the patience of heartbreak - Hanif Abdurraqib "There Are More Ways to Show Devotion"


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