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he died a desolate death

desperate
and uneasy
 
trapped
 
walls of bedrock
had no chance
thin air his company
his echo his companion
 
his bones
two feet
from freedom
two minutes
after his death
 
life
as it was meant to be
written by someone
yet
nobody 'knows'
whom
Written by cold_fusion
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