Charles Bukowski
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the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone. ✨ Charles Bukowski (2009). sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems, p.101, Zondervan

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