Dizzy Quote by Charles Bukowski Download Open image “I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.” — Charles Bukowski ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dizzy Home Night Sick Sound Voice
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