well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you
Related Authors: Charles Bukowski | The Last Night of the Earth Poems
Related Topics: death
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