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I stand here, my feet apart,
The cold concrete, closing in,
I have said my last but one
Farewell, the blank faced

Crowds swarm to and frow,
I am left on the island
Of the cold, surrounded by
the washing grey faces,

I spread my arms, palms
Greeting the sky, before
The end one last regret,
A pink in the grey of

Opressive atmosphere,
A single tear, for the last regret,
Absails down my pain,
A splash onto the slab of reality,

With a last breath, I look
To the weeping sky,
Eyes averted to the comming
End, I shift my weight,

And fall.