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The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Knots
Ties
Separate
Inside
Woman
Never
Men
Knot

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