<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time crimes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She drove as I fiddled with the radio.<br>I was stealing looks at her, <br>young, fresh, clean.<br>and oh my god her cleavage was hypnotizing.<br>Her eyes had the same sorrow as mine.<br>The wounded, <br>they know each other when they see each other<br>instinctively.<br>Like 2 sick junkies passing each other on the street.<br>They can just TELL.<br>You can see the emptiness where something or someone use to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spending time with her was like stealing from death.<br>It was time taken out of time.<br>She, young and beautiful, <br>Once she held my corpse and said<br>'We are the same, you and I'.<br>I laughed, <br>A harsh, <br>mean, laugh that said<br>'You're right, we are. But that's none of your business'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat on the grass<br>legs out stretched, <br>I would lie my head on her thighs.<br>She looked down at me and sweetly said <br>'Do you love me a little? '<br>A line from a film I had intrduced her to.<br>I answered with: <br>'What time is it? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was all time out of time.<br>Time stolen from the jaws of death<br>The death that nibbles away the hours, <br>the minutes, <br>the seconds of our lives so slowly we rarely even notice.<br>Laying there, <br>in the grass, <br>in the park, <br>we were co-conspiritors<br>stealing time from time<br>stealing it from death itself.<br>Stealing time from each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a fine line, <br>it occurs to me as I write this<br>between 'stealing' and 'wasting' sometimes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-----30----------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brevet+Wilson">Brevet Wilson</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=353033" data-title="Time crimes de Brevet Wilson" data-description="She drove as I fiddled with the radio. I was stealing looks at her, young, fresh, clean. and oh my god her cleavage was hypnotizing. Her eyes had the same sorrow as mine. The wounded, they know each other when they see each other instinctively. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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