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Time flies like wind.
It never turns behind.
Sometimes it turns into storm
And only leaves death's warmth.
But those who care for it
Stay healthy, wealthy and fit.
Those who let it go suffer a severe blow.
They suffer till the end
B'cause time becomes a fiend.
For them happiness is scarce
And their lives full of scars.
One should be careful with it
So that he cannot be hit.
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Infinity
PoetrySome days I'm afraid to write because sometimes the honesty kills me. Some poems subtly mention sexual harassment, depression and death. Read at your own risk. All the poems in the book are my original and are not to be copied, exploited or otherwis...
