Your angles of concern
Did ample to corner
Hide away looks.
Whilst unable to be
Through incontestable facts
Of notes an escapee;
Snuck in his books.
Wearied of what, each nerve
Did, too extreme excite
Streets fled; breath-flexed!
Regret's sigh-chased after!
When no more of school day's
Behind the scenes banter
To be so vexed!
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