they lived on the
restricted fringe,
the died out on
the fields of love
where few who loiter
find below
the magic that
they glimpse above,
for souls and bodies
touch and go,
and chafe at all
that holds them down,
they lived on the
restricted fringe,
but turned it into
hallowed
ground
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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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