The past can seem enmiring;
It's easy to get stuck --
With each mistake recalled,
We just get deeper in the muck --
For two years now, we've gone inside,
And further than before;
But somehow, thinking less might be
Achieving something more
Yet this I know from cleaning up
My dusty mental shelves:
We broken know the broken,
And love them as
Ourselves
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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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