A Town from Nothing

We built a town from nothing, 
And there we lived our breaths; 
We raised our children on these lanes, 
And saw our parent's deaths -- 

We built our meanings here in blood, 
Then came to find, somehow, 
That all the meant the world to us 
Is full forgotten 


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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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