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Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
159"I am filling the room with the words from my pen. Words leak out of it like a miscarriage. I am zinging words out into the air and they come back like squash balls. Yet there is silence. Always silence. Like an enormous baby mouth. The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth." - Anne Sexton, The Silence
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