"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
day 141
all the things left in my big purple suitcase
are the hardest things to take out
wrap around pants
inverse of the felt heart i sent
the first present you ever got me
my christmas present
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