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by Glass Lungs & The Month Of Broken Fingers
(Burlington Ontario)


I haven't ever felt this cold. Leaving in my sleep, leaving in my dreams. The song that the heat sings keeps my eyes closed. Torn ourselves away, did they stay that way? Perfect on the line, unshifted over time. Leaving in our sleep, leaving in our dreams. The fire we're in keeps the thoughts drowned. We're sinking away, washing off the earth. I'll wish you there when you get scared. I haven't ever felt this cold. I'll always think that you left too soon. I'll always think it was too early to grey. I'll always remember the times that we had. I'll always know you were the reason I stayed. I'm getting no relief from the winter inside me.

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