Snapshot: Woman Waiting for the Subway

The world weighs on us heavy, 
The world will hit us hard; 
There is no place to hide from grief, 
No shield, or bodyguard, 

And I could see it all with her. 
Perhaps you'll understand: 
When sympathy, like air, flows out, 
It's not at our

Command

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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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