by slow intense

by slow intense apocrypha
she let herself be known;
he tried to see the bigger way,
but soon his mind was blown

out of proportion, everywhere;
he’d lost his stock-in-trade —
by slow intense infatuation
his last bed
was made

Author: Beleaguered Servant

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

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