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Feb 2016
By her side, they found it.

As sunrise rose they saw.

Dilated eyes, cold lips,breathless.

Frantic but with fear, fingertips reach for the beckoning lid.

A gift? What lies inside?

Oh wait, a letter beside the body.

A letter with answers? or more questions.

It simply read, “It’s sad that I had to slice it up a bit to make it fit”.

Heart-shaped box?

What a joke…
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
(In the atmosphere)   
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