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
Now
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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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