not every bit
of how love was (or is)
is simple
but some things are,
though layered
over time
what was the truth
still is
like patient watching
that calms the anxious soul
mutually enjoined
by scenes and sorrows
for love claims common ground
and sisters claim a common love
which grows far too
uncommon
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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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