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this is no dream just my oily life where the people are alibis and the street is unfindable for an entire lifetime.

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
Loss
Streets
Dream
Life
Oily
People
Alibis
Street
Lifetime
Entire

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