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You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. Here is one verse. There was one letter. Eating him while he was at the end of a heroin binge left her sleepy and dazed. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. Not up here, I think.
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