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Quick Sand

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Struggle, sink, struggle, sink.
The sand is at your waist.
No one around.
No help for you.
You give up.
You sink some more.
You know it’s the end.
You see a branch.
You reach. You miss.
It’s at your neck.
Try again, but
It’s a no go.
To bad.
So sad.
It’s the end of you.





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