intimate limits while those memories fill her heart you may feel estranged just know that places you can't reach always are To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by 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. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant