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Jul 18, 2004 14:18

"warning"

upon your darkened red mouth wild birds scream
and bowls of fish swim in their jungles,
a China morning, a withered noon of axes and
witches;
you desire a man-plauged sun and strands of
fiber calling my name;
beware, i am not your silly husband,
i am your silly lover
and of all your silly lovers,
the last one here.

charles bukowski...
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