wherever they were was just the place,
whenever they wanted was the time;
it's scandalous, the things they did,
but none were quite a crime --
and promises were thrown aside,
commitments made and broken:
but when the dark heat fills you up
its better done
than spoken
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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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