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Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.

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
Nobody
Morning
Flashes
Comes
Landlord
Like
Lamp
Daylight
Lamps
Flash
Friend

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