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Once upon a time we were all born, popped out like jelly rolls forgetting our fishdom, the pleasuring seas, the country of comfort, spanked into the oxygens of death.

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
Born
Seas
Death
Forgetting
Country
Oxygen
Time
Sea
Like
Comfort
Spanked
Birth
Popped
Forget
Jelly
Upon
Rolls

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