Stand up while listening to the tones,
She heard so many times before.
Fingertips against the skin,
In hope for contiguity.
Her head raised to the sky,
She despratly tries to hold the warmth.
Cold and shivering,
She closes her eyes.
In this darkness,
Sight doesn't matter.
With a uneven pulse,
She stands in silence.
Worried,
Scared,
That her world will end,
Before it even begun.
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