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centre courtyard springs

to rooftop romance season

out on damp grass

I fell into the night with

seven strangers.

in libraries and halls

of chlorine and lust

I segmented, stole

shared and rearranged

stared while she slept, at concrete

gambled, profited, despised

drew blood and ran

into Emery Field

and collapsed under the weight

of the stars

and of my shame.