quick, averted eyes

In awkward words and phrases, 
With quick, averted eyes, 
They spoke a bit of nothing much, 
And so avoided lies -- 

Like might have happened, had they said 
The worlds inside they felt: 
But they could only play the cards 
That each, from birth, 

Were dealt

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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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