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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

we will taste the islands and the sea

I know that some night
in some bedroom
soon
my fingers will
rift
through
soft clean
hair
 
songs such as no radio
plays
 
all sadness, grinning
into flow.

#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell

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