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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Question and Answer

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer

night, running the blade of the knife

under his fingernails, smiling, thinking

of all the letters he had received

telling him that

the way he lived and wrote about

that—

it had kept them going when

all seemed

truly

hopeless.

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