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In a lecture

In York House

My eyes wonder

Toward the world

The window next to me

A clear screen

That hides the world

But now I can see

A scaff-held building

Reminds me

Thursday night

Seven-Thirty

I waited

In a dark alley

Opposite the petrol station

Next to the fashion centre

For her to leave

To all passing by

I was not a student

Just a boy

With a dark intention

Lurking

Amidst darker shadows

To them

Never would I be

Bored in a room

Never could they see me

Listening to...

"Durkheim studied suicide, anomie..."



I study life

You read rhymes

You keep reading

I'll keep studying