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Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

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
Skin
Skins
Listen
Open
Dark
Cobweb
Give
Scoop
Giving
Cobwebs
Sheer

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All who love have lied.
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There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
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bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics. Or form a Piss Club where we all go in the bushes and peek at each other's sex.
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I am torn in two but I will conquer myself.
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the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
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