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Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

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
Watch
Hanging
Knowledge
Falls
Fall
Leaves
Nothing
Mouth
Heart
Intellect
Much
Mouths
Love
Watches
Mouthing
Poetry
Upside

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