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Death by Miss Adventure

The written dribble is dry, gone without notice, it was all so –forgetable

He greeted her with a kiss and a smile before she walked him out the door

He squeezed her hand, she clutched his throat

Death for a man happy to meet her, for had she not come he’d have been compelled to scribble once again

In the end it was all games –death by misadventure