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225 days under grass and you know more than i. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows, when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.
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For Jane
225 days under grass and you know more than i. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows, when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.
Charles Bukowski
1920 - 1994/Male/American