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Apr 2014
My eyes a prison for my
soul it wishes to be free,
but jailed is the light behind
everything I see.

A pool to the soul colourful
is this cell, blue, brown and
green I am trapped behind
the dark where no one can see.

I am for ever behind these pools,
like a glass mirror I see every
thing coming in but can not
be released.

I am a soul trapped in the
waters of sight never to be free.
Poetic T
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