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QuietGlass
Poems
Jul 2017
Roof Of A Wooden Bridge
As I stand on the roof of a wooden bridge, I look down asking myself if the rocks have soft edges or sharp ones.
Then I stare at the water wondering what color the murky green and my blood red would mix to.
And finally, I jump.
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