She looked around,
trying to find a single,
living soul.
but to no avail.
the land was barren.
nothing life,
no motion,
not even a breeze.
she froze,
listening for the
faint sound of
anything.
and there was a small,
beating rythym.
she followed it,
trusting her life in it's steady beat.
she searched.
she knew this sound,
for she held it,
not much longer before.
she wished the sound was near
she feared that it might grow faint.
for it was dying.
slowly ceasing to live.
it's source was none other
than her own
sinking,
dying,
heart.
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