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Reading Bukowski again

After twenty years
Hank no longer seems as tough
or as wise – just a little put on,
and repetitive.

I’ve seen too much money
come and go, too many loved ones
die. Feed the machine,
nothing else.

I’m far too fucking jaded now,
old and tired of everything.
Even the contrived ugly truths
of Buk bore me.

Bogdan Tiganov

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