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Take my heart
Hold it tight
Let it wander
let it be

the only thing I want to be late to Is my Death.
I will be wearing red lips
I will be happy to go when my time Arrives
Because
I am making The most of every pay.
Death is watching me
I have lived mere than most people Do
with no plans to stop short...
I am overstaying my welcome in
this world and Have No way of knowing
or
Caring when the Host will kick me out.
I am listening.
I am Feeling.
I am Living
with my entire Being.

My Heart is built of pieces now.
No I have not been broken
I am made of pieces
Pieces from the people I have met
pieces that are always changing
a piece from the Souks in Marrakesh
a piece from route 66
a piece from laughing at a camp fire
a piece with a British accent
with a pieced together heart I stand tall looking for something more.

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