she never used to let her fear
determine where she'd go, or went;
and so it was, one summer night
when, working far abroad, her bent
was to explore this strange new world.
alone, unguarded, restless, free:
this was real life through her own eyes,
and her as she was
meant to be
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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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