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You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.

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
Wrong
Lays
Knuckle
White
Hunger
Knuckles
Strong
Bed
Snail
Firsts
Lips
Fist
First
Animals
Fists
Love
Parent
Breast
Like
Animal
Feds
Small
Breasts

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