2. Anne Sexton Pink I wear bunny pink slippers in the hall. Under the pink quilted covers his face bloated and pink with his fifth pink hand sewn onto his mouth. Even in the pink crib inventing curses for your sister's pink, pink ear? The walls are permanent and pink. The magnolias had sat once, each in a pink dress, curling like pink tea cups but not meaning pink, but blood and the pink tongues and the teeth, those nails.
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