Poor
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Category : Poems
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Alarms sound
My beating heart pounds
As rivers wsh me away from today
Still yesterday cling tight
Making me float backwards
I grow faster when left unclean of memories
Call me a plague
I always get in everyone's way.
Darkness shadows
Happy sights
Even to eyes of the blind
Somehow manage to catch sight of truths hidden inside.