It was the June of growing up,
Surrounded there by living things,
A lesson found in passiveness,
And moss that tangled up like strings
Like young ideals that shatter on
The petals of what were your dreams
The sweet perfume of giving up
And being still when all within you
Screams
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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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Incredible piece! Makes me remember my summer last year vividly