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... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

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
Broken
Spasms
Sleep
Bitterly
Need
Thirsty
Needs
Glowing
Even
Stays
Heart
Helpless
Love
Shade
Cover

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