<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489751" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inside Your Armpits....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the years that you pour<br>on that bottle<br>are many, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">accumulating sands, <br>white, <br>smooth to the taste of your eyes<br>sometimes you touch them and you let them slip</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you grasp for breath<br>and so you gently return them back<br>like robins to their<br>nest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you contemplate of breaking the hourglass<br>and then<br>go away like a stranger </div><div style="margin:10px 0">despite<br>time still stays beside you<br>inside your<br>armpits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=489751" data-title="Inside Your Armpits.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the years that you pour on that bottle are many, accumulating sands, white, smooth to the taste of your eyes sometimes you touch them and you let them slip you grasp for breath and so you gently return them back like robins to their nest you..."></div> </div> </div>

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