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I have thought of you so frequently […] that I imagine, I guess, that by some mystical intuition you may well be aware of this.

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956–1963 ⁠— Dorothea Krook, 25th September 1958

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And in the endless night the heart learns To ask: Oh, where is my departed lover?ALT

Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Evening; from ‘And when we had cursed each other…’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

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