and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon. — Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon. — Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon. — Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon. — Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon. — Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
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and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

— Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
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