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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

For the Mercy-Mongers
it is justified
all dying is justified
all killing all death all
passing,
nothing is in vain
not even the neck
of a fly,
 
and a flower
passes through the armies
and like a small boy
bragging,
lifts up its
color.

#AmericanWriters #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame

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the place didn’t look bad

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
it was just a little while ago

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Class

these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
Another Day

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Bluebird

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Post Office. Chapter I: 7

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communion

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