it takes two to tango,
plus fourteen more to trip:
i told my truth in such a group,
or maybe, let it slip
but i am grateful, for it, now:
there's really no denying
that when you're trying everything,
you know at least
you're trying
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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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