a needed love

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


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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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