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Mar 2015
I stood there,
The guard rail pressed behind my back
The water was calm and beautiful
The waves they whisperedΒ Β your name
The rest of my life below me,
A sharp 20 foot drop, it felt more like six,
Because that's where I wanted to be
A life taken is pain given
To the open and unwanting
ESR
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