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Poor thing. To die and never see Brooklyn.

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
Never
Brooklyn
Dies
Poor
Thing

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