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I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

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
Dreams
Palsy
Enemy
Dwarf
Hand
Dwarves
Within
Booze
Hands
Dwarfs
Dream
Beware
Trying
Shakes
Boss

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