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we do not explain my husband's insane abuse and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled or that my father opened like a walnut and then was dead. Your palms fold over me like knees. Love is the only use.

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
Wife
Opened
Family
Knees
Walnut
Use
Insane
Walnuts
Father
Explain
Haired
Love
Abuse
Fled
Like
Wild
Fold
Husband
Folds
Dead
Palms

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