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fourtyseven.

To the Unknown Lover.

 

Horrifying the very thought of you,

whoever you are, future knife to my scar,

stay where you are.

 

be handsome, beautiful, drop-dead

gorgeous, keep away.

read my lips

no way. OK?

 

this own heart of mine's

an empty purse

these ears are closed

dont phone, want dinner,

 

make things worse

your little quirks?

your wee endearing ways?

what makes you, you, all that?

 

stuff it, mount it, hang it,

on the wall, sell tickets

i wont come. get back, get lost

get real. get a life keep schtum

 

and just , you must, remember this-

there'll be no kiss, no clinch

no smoochy dance no true romance

you are anonymous. you're who?

 

heres not looking, kid, at you.

 

Carol Ann Duffy

 

[february 17th]

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Taken on February 24, 2012