sway with me, everything sad —madmen in stone houseswithout doors,lepers steaming love and songfrogs trying to figurethe sky;sway with me, sad things —fingers split on a forgeold age like breakfast shellused books, used peopleused flowers, used loveI need youI need youI need you:it has run awaylike a horse or a dog,dead or lostor unforgiving.
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Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writ…
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