a neon memory

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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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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