interconnected (xii)

"this was never anything," 
 he thinks, as he walks by: 
 "a cottage? or a shed?" 
 he wonders, turning, with a sigh, 

 towards the estate he purchased, and 
 the long walk to the mansion, 
 and shapes his thoughts to tearing down 
 to make room for 

 expansion

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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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