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She turned back a page to where the blots had seeped through and glanced at what was written there.
Edingburgh morning, 4 a.m.
we lie in the single bed and talk about the
Future, make our guesses
and as he speaks I look at him, think
'Handsome', stupid word, and think
'might this be It? The elusive thing?'
Blackbirds sing outside and the
Sunlight warms the curtains...
Once more she shuddered, as If peeking beneath a bandage, and snapped the notebook shut. Good God,'the elusive thing'. She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.
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