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Suicide for a Smiley.

Stopped, halted,
boulder in the river,
splitting water
into two separate streams.

Do I relent
toward my suicidal impulse
to sail passed the crotch
embrace gravity
chased
over the edge,
and elect

a path? Mean, might
as well.
No sense in dying now:
hell, have to rush back anyhow.

Its just
getting
interesting…

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