freight rain
<>the morning arrives like a late train
alarmed i am wounded awake
with lights, steam and freight rain
rusted rails and air brakes
pain in my head and heart broken
i used my last token
but only got halfway home
i am reliving the wreck of you and me
all alone
each
and
every
day
i miss you so
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