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Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

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
Sits
Yesterday
Love
Typewriter
Typewriters
Borrowed

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