remains
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bukowski şiiri.
things are good as i am not dead yet
and the rats move in the beercans,
the papersacks shuffle like small dogs,
and her photographs are stuck onto a painting
by a dead german and she too is dead
and it took 14 years to know her
and if they give me another 14
i will know her yet ...
her photos stuck over the glass
neither move nor speak,
but i even have her voice on tape,
and she speaks some evenings,
her again
so real she laughs
says the thousand things,
the one thing i always ignored;
this will never leave me:
that i had love
and love died;
a photo and a piece of tape
is not much, i have learned late,
but give me 14 days or 14 years,
i will kill any man
who would touch or take
whatever's left.
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takip etmek için giriş yapmalısın.
hesabın var mı? giriş yap