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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot: Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin."
The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
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