She's always chewed her cuticles,
Her fingernails, her fears --
She stays in, trapped within a cage
Made up of whims and years --
And now, a mountain made of stone
In front of her is rising;
She's lost touch with the earth inside,
The whole thing's not
Surprising
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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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