Lost and Left

If you were me and I was you 
Then both of us would be we two 
But neither of us quite would be 
Which is part of identity 

And when we can't identify 
We're lost and left to just decry 
The fate of all who live in dread 
And stare at the horses peace instead

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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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