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Sawdust
What was your name?
Why was your pain?
I stood on the concrete,
Your blood had stained,
Wide circle of sawdust,
All I knew of you,
The remnants of your life,
The wind now blew,
From 40 stories up,
You lept,
Away from your agony,
You stepped,
Fates promise,
Now kept
JEV
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Jim Vandevelde
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