Thin Air

The words hold themselves

I have no way of propulsion

You, where my thoughts lay

May be scared how they lie

Unable to hold or elucidate

I only wish of her lost ether

Readers, in their lonely rooms

Call out; it is the other lovers cry

from 

Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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