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If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start

Hommage à Charles Bukowski
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Words bleed when I can't
They scream when I won't
They live when I don't

Poetry isn't pretty
It's not a choice
It's the last damn thing left

When fists fail
When tears dry up
When screams turn to whispers

It comes
Uninvited, unwanted
But necessary as breathing

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Philosophenweg
In Leschnitz, Silesia, the Philosophenweg winds through the fog, blurring the edges. Annaberg below, a dream unraveling—buildings twist like thoughts at dusk, colors smudge into memory. Reality and fantasy meet here, in the space between breaths, in the shadows where the light almost touches.