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I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart and were screwed together. They will knit. And the other corpse, the fractured heart, I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to 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
Little
Bones
Screwed
Hard
Apart
Brush
Heart
Machines
Corpses
Good
Hair
Brushes
Piecemeal
Waiting
Laid
Chalice
Pain
Feed
Fractured
Together
Soft
Knit
Littles
Machine
Corpse

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