You loved me because you felt
someone needed to, or so you said.
I don't know why that comes back now:
those times are gone, and past, and dead,
But memories come as silence guides,
past icy forest's frozen shields,
to someone who once needed love
so much, he took one quite
unreal
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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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