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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
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