Charles Bukowski
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I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further. ✨ Charles Bukowski (2012). The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993, p.304, Canongate Books

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