False Spring

Author: Ariah Oak

The sun was shining, her warmth gracing my cold and pale skin (a feeling I had almost forgotten). The birds were chirping, singing back and forth between their mate, playfully. The sapling you planted in my lungs started growing, little by little, until cherry blossoms bloomed in my mouth.

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