For Jane 225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care. Charles Bukowski

от дни препрочитам това. не мога да напиша добър коментар. понякога така трябва да бъде, дори когато не е смърт, а само нужно сбогуване. what you were will not happen again, и това е единственото обещание, под което мога да се подпиша без чувство за вина.