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Charles Bukowski

I don’t know why I’m always trying to get away from her. I think she’s too willing to suffer. I see her sitting like a target waiting for the slings and arrows. — Charles Bukowski, from “the doomed lady poet,” The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps. (Ecco May 31, 2002)

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