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Nov 2018
Piece by piece
I pick up the pieces
What is left
and what is lost to theft
I gather it all and build a new heart
Even though everything is not there
It doesn't fall apart

I guess it's because I'm used to it
I don't see the use in proving I'm fit
I know what I can handle
And I know when to light my candle
If I should burn or simply shine
The choice is mine
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
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