a crying bench...

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" your letters  blips got sadder. 
your lovers betrayed you. you fractured your foot. 
(oh shit!!)


kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray shit happens. 
(i know!...) 
it didn't help. 


you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river  in your garden 
and you sat on the crying bench every night (day and night actually!...)
and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you  your poor poor foot!...” 
:-(
Charles Bukowski


(weeds need checking really...)

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