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I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of our infected child that I turn invisible, but married, at last.

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
Lasts
Invisible
Last
Married
Pillows
Stuff
Marriage
Infected
Home
Turn
Tearing
Come
Full
Pillow
Children
Child
Feathers
Waiting
Daddy
Turns
Abuse

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