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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
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Friends
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Anoint
Veins
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Books

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