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jeff thornton Poems
Loft Your heart, so leaden; weighs at mine-
A Softer Place
i've held this breath since i blew that permanent sigh in your temporary direction... did i turn and look
Your heart, so leaden;
weighs at mine-
I can displace gravity from
that the other might waft
in parallel course?
Yet- if yours ever it finds itself
lofted above my own
perhaps it will slow,