Poem: Leaving Knightsbridge.
Leaving Knightsbridge.
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It’s puzzling when you find
The changes that life makes
To things you would have killed for
Once upon a time.
The plot does not thicken,
Nor does the detail grow.
Rather, find that stiffened fingers
Pull out the rich, embroidered
Tapestries you wove
With so much dogged care.
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