grown up and dark she went
as far away as she could manage,
wanting only the space to make
her own decisions.
she didn't need a fancy life:
simple things she loved meant more
that lots of things for show.
in a country village, teaching,
where she spoke with a strange accent,
but where people knew her
and if they liked her, it was
for her
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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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