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Can time really be wasted? If it can be wasted, it can be collected and traded. But I cannot touch it, or smell it, or see it or hear it. I can feel it in an intangible sort of way. In the way the heart feels the absence of love; tearing with every beat In the way our bones can feel the mileage; creaking with every step I cannot feel it within the hour or the day or even the week. I can only feel once it has passed and I am already weak.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
Time
Can time really be wasted? If it can be wasted, it can be collected and traded. But I cannot touch it, or smell it, or see it or hear it. I can feel it in an intangible sort of way. In the way the heart feels the absence of love; tearing with every beat In the way our bones can feel the mileage; creaking with every step I cannot feel it within the hour or the day or even the week. I can only feel once it has passed and I am already weak.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
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