i won’t blame you / instead / i will remember the kisses / our lips raw with love / and how you gave me / everything you had / and how i offered you what was left of me, / and i will remember your small room / the feel of you / the light in the window / your records / your books / our morning coffee / our noons / our nights / our bodies spilled together / sleeping / the tiny flowing currents / immediate and forever / your leg my leg / your arm my arm / your smile and the warmth / of you / who made me laugh / again.
- Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love
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