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Yesterday my best friend was killed in a car crash
Steel pylon clean through his skull
I didn't go to school either,
I had a migraine.

When I heard
I cried acid tears
I really wished I wasn't peeling an onion
at the time.

It felt strange that he was gone
It took me two weeks
to find someone else
to punch every lunchtime.

One month later I saw him again,
not on drugs, alive and well,
with a paper note from his time
downstairs.

"Purgatory has run out of chocolate
chip cookies. Come back in two
thousand years. From Hell with Love,
The Man Downstairs"

My hand twitched.
My fingers tingled.
My fist was the first to greet:
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Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.