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I raise my pelvis to God so that it may know the truth of how flowers smash through the long winter.

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
May
Raise
Long
Flowers
Raises
Winter
Sex
Flower
Pelvis
Faith
Smash
Truth
Fertility

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