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Just for Show (Suicide revised) (Free verse) by sliver
Smothered in standard white sheets,
Silenced by the voices
Of people he wanted to meet.
Shutting out the noises
On a quiet country lane,
Far away from everything
So no one heard the bang.
No, it wasn't his greatest feat,
But when it came to making recompense,
He found ways to go too far.
If you really want to know,
It required absolute silence.
A jar of pickles.
And an absurd amount of whiskey.
P.S. The pickles were just for show.
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