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The Bunker.

Dull thuds
felt more than heard, assaults
on the land
above, already desolate,
tortured. Lost down

in the dark, grasping
for anything, aching for trembling
fingers to brush

against hope, sole survivor
of all I once had, but did it make
it down here with me, to this secure

blackness of the underground,
like an armoured
womb beneath relentless waves
of raging terror?

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