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I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.

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
Everything
Hunting
Kind
Behinds
Life
Behind
Secret
Another
Happens
Truth
Factual
Might
Poetic

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Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
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Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.
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