that night was made for wishing,
and so you used it well —
but what it was you hoped for,
you wouldn’t (at first) tell,
but soon i heard you speak his name.
this boy? well, he was every star,
except the one that fell inside
of clueless me, who’d also fallen
hard
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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