I wish I never read bukowski
Wish I never knew the burroughs of the world
It cuts away the harbinger
It screams disillusionment
I wish I never knew endowment
Now that I take it all, arms wide
Whatever
The library gets bigger
Every time I visit
And there’s this book there
At the top of the shelf
But I’m not quite tall enough
To reach it yet
Even with a ladder
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I love the ending of this. It's so... something I wish I had written/sounds like I had written/something like that. Which isn't the reason I like it, actually, but it's still cool. Um. If that makes sense.
Oh.. .and I actually wrote a new poem. Freaky, huh.
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