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Nov 2018
I move at my own pace
I will not entertain
This is not a race
So please restrain
I don't want to replace
My main sane
Makes me insane  
Too much demons have been slain

The lights stops and flicker
With monsters in my speaker
You were a pleasure seeker
While I was thought to be weaker
The feeling eater

The monsters start to play
Better make way
They are here to stay
Why today  
Stay away

My monsters
became my sponsors
The demon left me feeling needing
My feeling it was eating
My monsters
are imposters
The constant responders
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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