A Poem: Quicksand

By: Alaia

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Quicksand bound, it is all around.
Surrounded, there is no ground.
No mercy, for I slowly waste.
And grit is all I taste.

As it pulls me down,
You no longer see my frown.
For it is all around.
And I am nothing but bound.


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