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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
Sun
Became
Went
Religion
Like
Sandpaper
Dried
God
Sea

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