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Apr 2017
it was always the way you met my eyes
restlessly flitting from left to right
never sitting
still, in constant flight
you were the symbol of freedom
to me, but a soul in need of release
and when our eyes met
I knew what that meant
-- freedom from me
from me
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   Jack Jenkins
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