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Joshua Commanding the Sun to Stand Still upon Gibeon, by John Martin
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Finish
We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting

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