last resorts (2)

 in the dark and smoke we played and drank
 and the remnants of our laughter still
 live on in the deadness of this room
 in the dark and the gloom, in the rampant dark
 that grows like mold from a shadow-world
 to take over the living light as it must --
 but we're pretty amazing for so much

 dust

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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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