Of Day

Through all the moments I have lived,
You've lived in me, through me as well;
I wouldn't be -- well, anywhere,
Without you in me, soul and cell,

I came from out of who you were,
And are, now that you've gone away,
And though the night will come, I know,
You gave me all I've known

Of day

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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