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I Found Your Note

There's a choir behind me
That sounds like a train
Pushing into my lungs
Faster still through the rain
My spine is on fire
I can't describe the pain
Screeching like tires
Shattering window panes
I was never mean to you
Never called you names
Never raised my voice
Now everything's a lasting stain
I scrub and scrub
It's never coming clean again
I'll take this breath
Ragged and screaming and then
Hold tight to the clouds
A tornado, whipping round again
My I'm sorry gets lost in between
Your rage, your words
Solidified in black pen
So I'll leave, heart sick and then
Let the smoke from our ashes
Fuel the sorrow within
Written by DreamIllusions
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