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There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Left
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