<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Thief Of Certain Things</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a thief of certain things: <br>A strand of hair<br>That flames with a fire<br>The mere photograph<br>Of a red dagger<br>That singes in the high-noon.<br>The wayward child’s<br>Brazen ballad<br>Underneath<br>A pillow of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From lost trails<br>From a hound’s rendezvous<br>To the uncovered<br>Secrets of the gods<br>That laugh<br>I, in this thievery, with<br>The tacit fires<br>Are one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a thief<br>Of certain things: <br>A memoir of<br>A woman.<br>Her breath upon<br>My glasses.<br>The lipstick smear<br>Engraved on a<br>Dead cigarette, <br>The grooves<br>On the bed<br>Left after a 20-minute<br>Fire brigade.<br>The scent on<br>The gentle fabric.<br>Everything<br>From songs<br>To words<br>To numbers<br>And people, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a thief of certain things.<br>I stole everything<br>From them<br>To make myself<br>Whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They let me break<br>Into their windows, <br>Even left the keys<br>Underneath the<br>Morose grass<br>A heartless sex of locks<br>And keys</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I made it there, <br>Inside<br>And stole everything<br>From them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then<br>They were thieves<br>Too.<br>They did the<br>Play very<br>Well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</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=543812" data-title="A Thief Of Certain Things de Windsor Guadalupe Jr" data-description="I am a thief of certain things: A strand of hair That flames with a fire The mere photograph Of a red dagger That singes in the high-noon. The wayward child’s Brazen ballad Underneath A pillow of dreams. From lost trails From a hound’s rende..."></div> </div> </div>

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