This place was very different once.
The brightly lit playbill --
They fell at an early winter show
The day the earth stood still
They promised, soon, to always love,
A thing they did past dying;
And when she went long after him,
We stood here, one day, crying
How much that crumbles once was gold,
How memories can fool us;
But love is the only tyrant left
Who's really fit
To rule us
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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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