Her voice I still can hear

Her face I still can see

Her perfume’s in the air

Her here, right next to me

Her days she spent in joy

Her love she gave to me

Her leaving first was damned


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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