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Mar 2015
"When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you."
­-Nietzsche

Wind was soft that day.
As if a motherly hand had caressed his face
The same hand that had punched
and slapped happiness into a
****** pulp.

I remember rain that day,
like diamonds breaking upon his cheek.
These jewels of familiarity,
tears.

"When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you."
­-Nietzsche

He gazed in contempt from atop the bridge.
The water had been rising.
Yet death rose faster,
always faster.

I remember his face that day.
10
Finally noticeable.
9
As if life had softly ****** life away.
8
Softly like wind.
7
Laughter echoes,
6
it splatters like rain.
5
They told him to leap for the stars.
4
Would he had gone far?
3
wind hit him like cars,
2
rain like bullets.
1
Lift off.

But Houston we have a problem.
You see, they'll never know how hard the river felt.
Hard like his first kiss,
kissing the pavement.
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
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