"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
Saturday, March 12, 2016
day one hundred and sixty-six : how can i look back?
can anything be done
to make remembering beautiful
and not a carving of my entire being?
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