Jun 29, 2007 00:53
it was a hollow, temporary victory that
only someone like us could
appreciate.
"we got another bottle at the apartment?" I'd ask.
"maybe 2, maybe 3," she'd
reply . . .
although we knew that time was always
running out on us
in every way
-bukowski
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