"I'm sorry. I need space," she said.
And he knew what that really meant:
That everyone has fantasies,
But hers had gone. Not discontent,
But more: she needed dreaming room:
A place to grow into and find,
The great 'ahead' she knows is there,
And better than whats put
Behind
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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