the problem that you were

 it was a bit of flummery,
 the problem that you were:
 i dwelt upon you day and night,
 until it did occur

 that i had other avenues:
 and so, my heart, instead
 turned peacefully around in place,
 and simply went

 to bed

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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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