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I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?

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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
Deformed
Anyhow
Imperfect
Soul
Really

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