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What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.

Marianne Moore

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Marianne Moore
Age: 84 †
Born: 1887
Born: November 15
Died: 1972
Died: February 5
Essayist
Poet
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Kirkwood
Missouri
Marianne Moore
Marianne Craig Moore
Guilt
Naked
None
Safe
Innocence

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