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God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine.

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
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Sandpaper
Dried
God
Sea
Sun
Became
Went
Religion

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Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
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I who was a house full of bowel movement, I who was a defaced altar, I who wanted to crawl toward God could not move nor eat bread.
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