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The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills | 1 read |
Mockingbird wish me luck. | 0 reads |
Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame | 0 reads |
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit | 2 reads |
Dangling in the Tournefortia | 0 reads |
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You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense | 7 reads |
The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 | 0 reads |
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The Last Night of the Earth Poems | 4 reads |
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Essential Bukowski: Poetry | 2 reads |
Storm for the Living and the Dead: Uncollected and Unpublished Poems | 1 read |