that once (3)

i couldn't see you perfectly, 
though perfect you appeared; 
for there was rage and turmoil, 
and branches to be cleared, 

which you were working on, i knew.
but that time's what we got: 
you needed me to see you clear,
and simply, i

could not

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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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