Just don't let's pretend she followed you home

It's all right to be filled with hate, people are stupid	Why are other people's beds more comfortable?	like a flower with a fool's face I open myself	Charles Bukowski
the pronoun game	Maybe because we like to cry. Maybe because neither of us can believe.	telephone nurse	Lying lonely in the dark
Hands up, the whole way	The only girlfriend I never slept with	Her Vision of Heaven	The Bitter End
Now he can be loved. Now he is no more.	the past is dead	I am the beginning and I am the end	I will go. I shall go. I'll see where the end may be.
Save Me	Convention for the Protection of Cultural Property in the Event of Armed Conflict	Elle sourit en apprenant que la fin du monde approchait.	The White Horse stones
after all white horses are in bed	Man on a white horse

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