she needed

she needed him to be someone

who he could never be;

to build a large stone palace from

a single lonely tree

 

she needed something beautiful

to keep the thoughts at bay

of how the storms rolled in one night

and took it all

away

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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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