lunes of regret

then our hearts 
danced as though we knew 
what could be 

for that single kiss 
he gave up 
his whole sanity

beyond the autumn, 
lies a thought: 
survival, and hope -- 

but this year, 
the first of these two 
is enough

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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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