you were the dance the light the song
you were the drive past all i knew
saturday strong and monday week
middle-class me and rich-ass you
you were the dream i dared to dream
i was rebellion for your soul
making your point as it went through me
broken in half to make you
whole
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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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