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Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.

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
Suicide
Tools
Build
Special
Asks
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Carpenters
Never
Suicides
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Carpenter

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the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
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