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Elizabeth Cotton

Fortnight


I'll be back in town in two weeks' time

To pick up the things I left in your flat

My grey sweater, cat lamp, and pride

Volume I used to have before we met


Maybe by then you'll be older and wiser

Come to your senses, beg on your knees

Look in the mirror and see you disappear

Come to realize there is something amiss


So although I sure don't want you back

I'd still like to see you in a fortnight

Tell you to your face, it's too little too late

That though impossible now, I am all right.

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