I held herwrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless andsick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as Iand all my poems werefalse.
Charles BukowskiAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 16, 1920
- Died: March 9, 1994
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