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Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Hand
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Back
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