waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come — Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
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waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come

— Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
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And, for one– ten thousandth of a second, all of it fell away, the despair and grief and anger and pain and hunger, and — Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea
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