intersects in the city

she comes across a memory 
that time has turned to dust; 
she feels a lifetime in flash, 
as certainly she must -- 

for what she was and what she is 
will always coexist: 
the tiny dreams that made her days, 
which won't now be 


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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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