He had to sit and so
He dies by suicide
Of broken skull, heart, pride.
The sun stood tall in their minds
As they sat on a step,
Twilit in a stairwell.
Two faces swore he fell,
And wagged back and forth between
Shoulders tightly knotted.
They slowly turned to stone
As it glistened and shone,
The blood drying in twilight.
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