Upon a golden heart may sit
A silver plate of reticence;
To say, to do, to fully feel —
To flee from ones own innocence —
These are the carryings of some
Who circumstance will not abet
To lead them to where freedom lives
Away from waters of
Regret
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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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