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Spring

  • Writer: greenspringreviews
    greenspringreviews
  • Nov 15, 2017
  • 1 min read

Mone D. Moore

  Her name was Spring, But she felt like Winter— Shivering leaves and biting wind. I thought I could save her with my love, Thought I could kiss away the raised reliefs of her pain on the map of her flesh. I reached out to her even as she pulled back, Until the pit of her self-loathing swallowed her whole. Her name was Spring, And she passed just as quickly.

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