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The Impossible Choice
Gently though between her bones
The heart begins to flutter.
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Beating gently against its cage
It still cannot get better. It hopes for more for it to beat, Though knowing it is scared.
Not sure if it should still escape
From between these bones now flared.
Scared to move so flutter it must, Wondering where to go. Its supply is now forefer gone, Yet between these walls it must flow.
As the last dregs leave this shattered place, It wonders where it went so wrong. And as it beats its last goodbye, It sings one last lonely song.
