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Jun 2015
I saw you reading Emerson,
I felt cheated.
Maybe I thought Whitman and me were the only love
you sought, my heart fell from a height of belief
into a cellar closed darkly
i fought the reality
of rarer words softly lit prisons
thinking
cheating is two sided.
As I read another Bukowski poem raw
so revealing.
wordvango
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