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Jan 2019
Disguise, very badly
somewhere I dreamed
of writing a poem.

The mind has mountains,
cliffs of fall(GM Hopkins)

Oxford lanes and Rivers walk
punt and gayety
Undergraduate,

***, sexted.


We all met there

the Union


Purple Turtle
underground


The Bodleian
stuffed full

of
books.

and generations
of silence.
Written by
nivek
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