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Nov 2018
Take that broken heart
turn it into art
They said
But where do I start
When it all just fell apart

How do I translate broken
When there is nothing left unspoken
Can't you see it bleed
It's broken open

If I scream
will it bring harmony
Will they see
I lost my armory
I stare at you artlessly
I'm still me
but there is a piece
I can never be
the piece you failed to see
the piece now lost in meΒ Β 

What I didn't know
What I forgot to reap and sow
in the broken
You get the perfect flow
a dark beautiful glow
Michael Smit
Written by
Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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