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Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is evil who tweezers my heart, picking out its atomic worms.

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
Long
Bones
Atomic
Tongue
Adultery
Merely
Theft
Sin
Stretching
Evil
Bone
Soul
Picking
Take
Worms
Dines
Heart
Sins
Dine

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