Jeff

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Jeff can't tell me why
	he looked through me
	for three months,
	seeing only fog in thin air,

Fears my future, says
	he'll fly me out, or
	I'll force him back to
	Salt Lake City,

Teeters on the edge of
	brilliant insanity,

Sees light in the Will-o-the-Wisp
	creeping along the runway.

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