Internality ( 3)

Lost and sinking, 
Pulled up by the sunset, 
Breathing in bliss, 

A myriad of interpersonal offenses 
Scattered like seedlings: 
The vanishing dust of evening

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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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