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Luck By Charles Bukowski

Once 
we were young 
at this 
machine... 
drinking 
smoking 
typing 
it was a most 
splendid 
miraculous 
time 
still 
is 
only now 
instead of 
moving toward 
time 
it 
moves toward 
us 
makes each word 
drill 
into the 
paper 
clear 
fast 
hard 
feeding a 
closing 
space.
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