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Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
bitter
effort
hate
hatred
love
love-lost
love needs too much help, he said.hate takes care of itself.
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Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
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