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Dec 2015
Magician 03

Although I know
All my tigers
Are bounding
Out of
My dream machine
Pretending to be mean
Why do I run
Why do I scream
When my
Very own tigers
Jump out of
My very own
Dream machine?

Maybe I'm
To good a magician
Tricked
By my own illusions
But
I really should know
I'm just putting on a show.

When the curtain comes down
And there's no danger
To be found
I can't be running
'Round and 'round
So scared,
Of my own,
Shadow

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 19, 2015
Sean Hunt
Written by
Sean Hunt  Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)   
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