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We are like roses that have never bothered tobloom when we should have bloomed andit is as ifthe sun has become disgusted withwaiting
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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