SHE longs for home and warmth and love:
the things that heroines obtain
when stories end, and they have passed
through all the sorrow and the pain
AT EVENING, she, with wandering step
eyes the last bits of snow that melt,
and dreams of going to a home
she's never known, but always
felt
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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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