And Though

In all the years and pictures, 
In all the days and ways, 
There's always, living, what there was 
That set my life ablaze 

I cannot quite explain it, 
It lives within me still, 
And though it sometimes burns me, 
I'll never get 

My fill

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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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