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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Poem for my 43rd Birthday

To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine—
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.

#Americans #XXCentury

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