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Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss in every corner, scuffing the dust and the cat. Love rises like bread as we go bust.

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
Every
Cat
Wallets
Love
Affection
Rises
Like
Dust
Pale
Bills
Corner
Bread
Checks
Kissing
Dues
Saying
Kiss
Invalids
Past
Corners
Bust

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