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Oct 2018
I push backspace
And my feelings start to erase
I get taken to a new place
Where I can't see your face

I became more effervescent
But I still missed your scent
No room for terror or error
A survivor to the exterior

But a feeling like this
How could I resist ?
Face to fist

Stranger to lover
Lover to enemy
I lay here broken
With you my remedy

So I push backspace once more
And my feelings struggle to erase
I hope for a new place
But I still see your face
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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