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It's all a matter of history. Brandy is no solace. Librium only lies me down like a dead snow queen. Yes! I am still the criminal.

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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Criminal
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Queens
Still
Depression
Matter
Criminals
Like
Snow
Lies
Brandy
Dead
Solace
Lying
Queen

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