an abstracted kind of love

it isn't the lies we tell, it is
the truths we never get to say:

that love is daily bought and sold
when it was meant to give away,

that every windowed balcony
is really just a door,

and friends are never more than friends,
for there is nothing


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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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