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I was the girl of the chain letter, the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes, the one of the telephone bills, the wrinkled photo and the lost connections.

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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Letter
Chains
Keyholes
Bills
Wrinkled
Connections
Coffins
Letters
Telephone
Full
Photo
Talk
Telephones
Girl
Chain

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