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I Left A Letter Under Your Pillow Tonight
Hoping That It Will Tell You How I Really Feel
Understand My Words Could Never Say
Truer Feelings, My Breath
Has Become To Short To Last.
So They Flowed From My Hands To Carve
Letters In The Paper
That Will Mean More To Me
The Second You Hear Them.

Until Ink Spilled And Stained
These Things I Wrote
Leaving Little Unending Patterns
Melting Together And Twisting Into Night
Smoldering These Chips Of Paper
My Heart Had Hammered Out
To Leave These Thoughts For You To See
The Traces Of A Love That Might Have Been.