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I pass them, sitting just outside

The cafe. Rain still on the ground,

Rapt in each other, tightly wound

Two more “together” than “beside”

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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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