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Saturday, 8 November 2014

We'll never be the change to the weather and the sea and you knew that

 there is a burst of colour:
 one more creature 
dizzy with love.
 he said, 
then, 
I want to leave.
 and they look at his paintings 
and love him 
now.
 for that kind of love 
he did the right 
thing
 as for the other kind of love 
it never arrived
Charles Bukowski

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