"I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again." C. Bukowski
She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.
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