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To love another is somethinglike prayer and it can't be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

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
Planned
Arms
Prayer
Belief
Another
Love
Undoes
Disbelief

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