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Mar 2013
Fragments of a trapdoor world
A mystery bird
The song he sings of the absurd

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

Corridors with endless doors
Each door hides something new
A secret or two

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

A kiss from the abyss
I'm awake, mind twisting like a snake
Please remember all of this
But only fragments remain
Always the same

My dream driller
Reality killer
made of smoke and mirror
Nick Moore
Written by
Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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