The Heart lay there alone on the street, on the icy, rain-soaked, glistening cobblestones. It was cold and shivering, its whole body was damp. It was covered with teardrops frozen like ice crystals... carelessly... and coldly. Abandoned?... or lost?... no one knew. Its chambers showed traces of old wounds, cracks, and squeezing. Amber-red blood bubbled in drops from its torn veins... and slowly formed a huge puddle in the middle of the sidewalk. Yet it was a loyal and hardworking... caring and caring... simply loving heart. - said the people who recognized it. And the other passers-by only felt sorry... what a pity!... a Heart swollen with life, and yet ended up on the street. Perhaps it was left alone because no one needed it, and its owner could no longer carry it. It must have pressed... stabbed... and sometimes it made his chest ache. That's why he got rid of it and threw it away... like a stray dog. He decided that from now on he would live with his mind... and not with his heart. Did he leave her for good?... no one knows, maybe not even he. Now he lies there, orphaned and abandoned... still beating gently, but he no longer struggles, and is getting tired. They say it's still beautiful. It's huge, swelling with life, and it shines like lava red. A heart on the sidewalk, a heart on the stone.... A soooooooooooo.... They say it's still beautiful. It's huge, swelling with life, and it shines like lava red
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