It wasn't just the choice we made;
it was the way we made the choice.
We thought that we would bring the noise,
but on the way, we lost our voice
for telling truth without a spin
and spinning plates without a drop --
sometimes the ways we go are bad,
and yet we cannot seem
to stop
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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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