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I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.

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
Night
Long
Laying
Would
Poems
Life
Boxes
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Simple
Away

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