A Mountain Made of Stone

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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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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