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Cleansing
Cluttered like an ant hill
My windshield collects the rain
Sitting needing nowhere to go
No problem for all I know
A cancer tears me apart
Precise brutal efficiency
A wall around my heart
But its gone I sense urgency
A letter to myself
What the hell is going on
Disembodied what I felt
She’s gone
Losing track of time now
Why? Misery is all but fun
Wasting needing nowhere to go
The fault is part my own
Lightning lights up my paper
Maybe God is taking pictures
Record this sad, sad caper
I never dreamed that I would miss her
A letter to myself
What the hell is going on?
Disembodied what I felt
She’s gone
It’s a downpour
Are you washing my soul
Could you fix my heart
I’ll be good
