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I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by

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
Love
Grown
Tired
Watches
Watch
Walk
Walks
Trouble
Right

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