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Apr 2011
There was no showdown
no paper-tied-to-rock-through-the-window
ultimatum
nor
last minutes
to prepare

There was no warning
no alarms-sirens-bells-flashing lights
no manual
nor
instructions
to save him

There was no face-off
no walk-ten-paces-then-turn
no preparation
nor
split-seconds
to stop and aim

There was only the kiss
He was doomed
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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