strings, untouched,sound no one speaking.So love slipped inside us. — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems

Come Jane Hirshfield Thief: Poems

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as some strings, untouched,sound when no one is speaking.So it was when love slipped inside us.

Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems

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