3 May 2012
The things I once loved about this place, Have been dashed against the rocks! Never to be seen again. We tread noiselessly in the Paths of Students gone Only to return in memory, Which holds black deeds- To the heart As you observe knowingly The miscarriage of justice! Done in these hallowed halls.
15th February, 2010
Things I once loved about this place • Opuss № I