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Schuyler Van Rensselaer

Under Two Windows I. AUBADE The dawn is here—and the long night through I have never seen thy face, Though my feet have worn the patient grass at the gate of thy dwelling-place. While the white moon sailed till, red in the west, it found the far world edge, No leaflet stirred of the leaves… Continue reading Schuyler Van Rensselaer

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Charles Bukowski

I have died too many times believing and waiting, waiting in a room staring at a cracked ceiling waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound… going wild inside while she danced with strangers in nightclubs… out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another it’s not pleasant to… Continue reading Charles Bukowski

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