Showcasing student poetry #1

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Twenty-one years, and a month, in four days

Chapman replaces the stains on the wall

Shadow-hands clutch while my love is away

Twilight for those who do not know the Fall

As I march onwards, through these four years,

Will I be crowned a new Lydian king?

Will my cheek tremble with Hippocrene tears?

Is my bird doomed to be born without wings?

I flush with shame in the forests of Kent

Sweet summer kisses confuse my torment

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