You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense

by Charles Bukowski

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled

aridity

coffee. give us more of that NOTHING

coffee.

the price of creation is never too high.

the price of living with other people

always is.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.

there are certainly any number of lonely people without much to do with their nights.

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