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Mar 2016
touch the steel,
cold, hard andΒ Β unforgiving,
like the life I have led,
yet in this moment of quiet contemplation
it seems strangely comforting,
sure and steadfast under my feet,
the sweat and toil of this vast construction,
lives that have given themselves to the quest,
yet I now find myself at one with this web of steel,
my only friend when no one heard my call,
cold, wet steel and the vast dark sky,
to this strange connection I must now say goodbye,
the time has come, my leap of faith.
I wrote this as I was touched by the recent suicide of a local girl who committed suicide by jumping off a bridge. RIP x
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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