She listens to time. Waiting for some thing beyond her understanding. Each grain's sound reaches her. 'Remind her', they whisper. She hears her impending doom near. She knows she should run, but she stands still. Waiting for some thing beyond her understanding.
She watches intently as the days fly by. Looking for some one she does not know. ' Show her', they say. As she sees death approaching near. She wants to hide, but she stands firm. Looking for some one she does not know.
Now death is upon her, she speaks her last words. Hoping for some time she does not have. 'Take her', they beg. As her last breathe draws near, she wishes she had did more than stand still. Then maybe she would have found that some thing, that some one she knew not of. With regret her last thought death took her.
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