Standoff
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Silent steps on cold concrete floors,
The dissident flees, heart racing, pores
Dripping with fear, yet resolute
To escape the grasp of the oppressive brute.
Freedom calls, a distant dream,
But hope shines bright, like a sunbeam.
With each step, closer to escape,
Away from tyranny's cruel landscape.
