that once (5)

in each the quiet moments, you 
would look at me, and think such things 
as i could only venture guessing, 
for you'd never say -- 

there was a time, a place, two people 
lost and found and in-between, 
in each the quiets moments, we 
became two distant points 

unseen

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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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