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A Ledge in Paris
He stood on the ledge gazing down
at the busy streets below
Somewhere in Paris
The lines focused odd
And the faces of people seemed unninteligable
Supposedly on account of the height
He wondered if he would do it
Some small part of him wanted to
His fingernails cut into his palms
His eyes shut
He heard screaming
He opened his eyes
His eyes shut
