"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
Friday, August 5, 2016
day three hundred twelve : constant
i wish there was something
i could do
unfailingly
i wish i had kept writing
when it was special
when it was very hard
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