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Here in the hospital, I say,that is not my body, not my body.I am not here for the doctorsto read like a recipe.

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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