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Written by: Allison Ballard

I hear the words
that would've suited his tongue well
happy and rasping
grasping and gaping
as the cold is taking
all that I had
and all that I will
 
I just want the sun
I just want myself back
right, asleep
not so sad, not so sorry
 
My baby love
my untouched lips
wrapped in ambition
of the tries and the heart ache
that took me like 
the cold does now
It was so much nicer
than what I see
 
Take it all away
I don't want it anymore
Don't touch me, don't see me
understand me 
and these tears
all my fear
This, here
In a year I aged fast
 
 and I want it back.