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Martin Dove Oct 2018
I am a drill
A sharp turning drill
I make holes in the ground
With an unstoppable will
I don’t want to break you
Just make a few holes
So that light can shine through
Illuminate more than your nose
If you grant me clearance
I’ll give you more holes
They will puncture dead skin
Drill through old broken bones
Just be not afraid
Though it might hurt a bit
I’m willing to help
For I feel I’m in debt
Later I might explain this in-depth
Are you dying to get free?
Or simply dying
Open your mind
And I will help you see
Together we can be
More than originally you were supposed to be

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