The Bunker

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Endless tunnels underground
Weaving like a maze of dirt
Blocked paths by doors and rubble
Dust particles swirl in the damp air
Structures made of wooden pillars
Barely supporting through the mold
Soft buzzing lights overhead
Hardly illuminate the way
The feeling of being watched
The thrill of being stalked
Predator to prey
Eat me alive

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