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Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods that present that I lost. Sweet girl, my deathbed, my jewel-fingered lady...

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
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Deathbed
Cost
Jewel
Sweet
Moods
Present
Jewels
Faces
Sharp
Girl
Diamond
Lost
Lady
Mother
Count
Fingered

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