{ like a blur }

it all seems like a blur, 
the time he spent with her; 
soft mornings in the sun, 
and fast nights all in one. 

but time shakes out mistakes: 
the difference a month makes -- 
it's blurry, every bit, 
like he 

imagined it

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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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