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I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the heat and the painted light, elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.

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
Stars
Brand
Woman
Brands
Dream
Knees
Light
Heat
Thought
Questions
Body
Youth
Goodnight
Really
Dreams
Elbows
Told
Painted

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