come, feel the wind across the water,
smell the hint of salty air;
come, see the silent and secluded,
i will come, and join you there.
there, we'll know our hearts are beating,
and that life is tall and wide;
there, there's comfort in succeeding
turning what's outside,
inside
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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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