225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows.
when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be.
what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.
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FOR JANE BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
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