Finally there is nothing here for death to take away. — Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away. — Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away. — Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away. — Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away. — Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
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Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

— Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
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