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Abraham Oct 2017
I walked with her
from The Blocks
to the book shop
later we drank
homemade wine
in her crumbling house
I smelled sweet cakes
and Japanese love poems
    Have you met Edith?
    she asked
   (as have many others)
but I only had eyes
for her.

— The End —