in the window, presents sitting,
out the window, snow is falling,
everything is wrong though, somehow,
somewhere else is calling, calling
why is it we stumble, badly,
why do we fall down these wells?
why are holidays so broken
even trapped within
these cells
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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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