bookmark

she needed just to keep her spot,

a great end was in store —-

some paper she could throw away,

which was what i was for

 

i was a bookmark in her life,

and know, now that i’m older,

i wasn’t in the plot at all:

i was a damn

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Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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