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“Presents I snipped and stitched my soul to a little black dress, hung my heart on a necklace, tears for its pearls, my mouth went for a bracelet, gracing your arm, all my lover's words for its dangling charms, and my mind was a new hat, sexy and chic, for a hair of your head on my sleeve, like a scrawled receipt.”

Quote by Carol Ann Duffy

Book:Rapture

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Rapture

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Carol Ann Duffy
Carol Ann Duffy

Carol Ann Duffy is a renowned British poet known for her unique poetic style and profound social insight. Her work covers a wide range of themes, including love, family, identity, and gender. Born on December 23, 1955, Duffy is the first female Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom, and her poetry has been widely beloved and has won numerous literary awards. more

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