Lungs, coddled by gulps of air. Hearts, swollen, filled to the brim. For a moment, the beautiful state of as-is seemed to stay forever.
Seasons change as the sun rises earlier and sets much later. The air grows heavier, the spring vaporizing, leaving lungs gasping, hearts running dry. The only thing keeping them alive is knowing that they expand and contract, and beat for each other, in a rhythm only they understand.
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