<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Consummation Of Grief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I even hear the mountains<br>the way they laugh<br>up and down their blue sides<br>and down in the water<br>the fish cry<br>and the water <br>is their tears.<br>I listen to the water<br>on nights I drink away<br>and the sadness becomes so great<br>I hear it in my clock<br>it becomes knobs upon my dresser<br>it becomes paper on the floor<br>it becomes a shoehorn<br>a laundry ticket<br>it becomes<br>cigarette smoke<br>climbing a chapel of dark vines. . .<br>it matters little<br>very little love is not so bad<br>or very little life<br>what counts<br>is waiting on walls<br>I was born for this<br>I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354584" data-title="Consummation Of Grief de Charles Bukowski" data-description="I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock it beco..."></div> </div> </div>

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