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I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.

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
Might
Must
Manner
Something
Pick
Always
Picks
Word
Forget
Another
Able

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