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But even in a telephone booth evil can seep out of the receiver and we must cover it with a mattress, and then tear it from its roots and bury it, bury it.

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
Roots
Mattresses
Tears
Booth
Evil
Receiver
Must
Bury
Even
Telephone
Telephones
Tear
Seep
Cover
Mattress

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