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Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.

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
Veins
Reach
Books
Friends
Book
Anoint

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I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
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And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself
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