a luxury she won at chance,
a view she never thought she’d see:
the bushes and the trees a sign,
a door into infinity
a solitary moment spent
along the edge in measuring
how many heartbeats she’d yet had,
while never letting her heart really
sing
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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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