...a deathly serenade...

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cheaper, obviously becoming more aware of her
depleting bank balance, which still had not
motivated her to write a single poem of Love &
War. I’m writing it when my heart and mind is
ready, said she, plus I feel too distracted. The
Administrator, after her arrival back from India
had become more and more close with Leila,
though it would take an army to get truly close to
Leila. The Administrator was perhaps enabled
access due to the close proximity of Leila living
upstairs in the Islington apartment, which
provided this special circumstance. And The
Administrator was still helping Leila organise her
estate. But, on Leila’s return to Bethnal Green
she did seem more distant, and The
Administrator failed to get such access to The
Eagle that was Leila. The self-assessed life had
perhaps returned as closer to the reality of Leila’s
routine, though I can’t be so sure. I do remember
that The Administrator, busier with her own job,
still as an administrator, had started to spend
more time at the office and with Carly, perhaps
manifestations of the cold war. Now living in
Bethnal Green, Leila said that it helped her focus
on her poetry, although she still had not written
Love & War, I assumed her end games were
perhaps not an allure for her, though the void
Madgelane left hadn’t been filled, I accept this in
hindsight. Vanity. Key also had broken and
mended her, Leila shared in one of our phone
conversations I deemed cryptic. The
Administrator had decided to take another trip
and had left the papers on my desk! That bitch!
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