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We’re all going to die. All of us. What a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.~Charles Bukowski

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I will remember the kissesour lips raw with loveand how you gave meeverything you hadand how Ioffered you what was left ofme,and I will remember your small roomthe feel of youthe light in the windowyour recordsyour booksour morning coffeeour noons … Continue reading

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