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A review by lydia_who
Evening: Poetry of Anna Akhmatova by Anna Akhmatova
3.0
"And your sorrow, hidden from others,
Drew me close and opened forthright
And you saw just how much I was smothered By the poisonous yearning inside."
Drew me close and opened forthright
And you saw just how much I was smothered By the poisonous yearning inside."