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The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

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
Kind
Mazes
Exit
Chaos
Seeking
Keep
Place
Home
Live
Maze

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