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It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

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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
Heart
Pollen
Throat
Violent
Blue
Glory
Small
Morning
Religious
Bloomed

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