throw your shade;
she brings the sun.
your voice will be
a choir of one,
for all who know her
know and love
each cloud she chases
up above.
try, just try:
she'll beat your best.
her life's a walking
hashtag blessed,
and all who know her
find anew,
that hers is love,
and she'll love
you
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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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