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You've made your peace, my friend
before you jumped.
You had compelling reasons
so you say.
There was no road
you could have taken
past
those black conclusions.
It was, perhaps, not altogether wise
to lay your plans in front of us,
who -left behind-
with sagging shoulders,
and teary eyes,
were well prepared.
Yet knew the deed was wrong.
I understand you could have
waited for the signal,
from well above.
But in your stubborn mind
you dared not let the sceptre
for a second
out of your much
determined ones.
Those hands that took your life.
Herbert Nehrlich
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