They came in packs,
shoulders knotted with gym weight,
smelling of Axe and iron,
boys who scraped knuckles on lockers
just to feel something slice.
At lunch, they stalked the quad like wolves—
every joke a blade,
every girl a mirror they wanted to crack
or crown.
One leaned too long
on the freshman in geometry,
his eyes doing the talking his mouth
was too...
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