Here is the story of a woman
who was my soul's great renaissance:
or, at least, that's what I told her,
smugly, waiting for response.
She was kind, but not a liar.
Frankly, she was not impressed:
"Fancy lies have value, somewhere,
but I like truth, simply dressed."
Here is the story of a boy who
thought that love was like a sport,
who then had this one encounter
imagined long, but really short.
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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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