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We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like cauliflowers.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Packs
Death
Crates
America
Cauliflower
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Grocers
Fillers
Coffin
Coffins

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