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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

oh, yes
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes de cades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.

#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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