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Dead drunk is the term I think of, insensible, neither cool nor warm, without a head or a foot. To be drunk is to be intimate with a fool.

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
Head
Drunk
Term
Drinking
Without
Warm
Think
Cool
Thinking
Neither
Fool
Insensible
Dead
Foot
Feet
Intimate

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