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Bless all useful objects, the spoons made of bone, the mattress I cook my dreams upon, the typewriter that is my church with an altar of keys always waiting.

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
Church
Cooks
Mattresses
Upon
Bless
Typewriter
Dream
Useful
Typewriters
Made
Bones
Spoons
Always
Keys
Altar
Objects
Altars
Dreams
Bone
Waiting
Cook
Mattress

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