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I gave myself an hour to write, so it stops where it stops. I also think I fail at present tense consistency.
Prompt from Lyric Prompts on tumblr.
"I’m going to die in a place that don’t know my name."
Lonely Soul - Unkle
The summons comes, as it always does, right at the cusp of moonrise. She should feel anger or annoyance at the sheer repetitiveness of it all, but as she passes under the crumbling arches of the mausoleum, she is simply greatful to feel the crush of grass beneath her feet and the pulse of life hiding in the cracks and crevasses of the graveyard around her. The sensation soon passes, but she's always appreciative for the taste of it.
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Prompt from Lyric Prompts on tumblr.
"I’m going to die in a place that don’t know my name."
Lonely Soul - Unkle
The summons comes, as it always does, right at the cusp of moonrise. She should feel anger or annoyance at the sheer repetitiveness of it all, but as she passes under the crumbling arches of the mausoleum, she is simply greatful to feel the crush of grass beneath her feet and the pulse of life hiding in the cracks and crevasses of the graveyard around her. The sensation soon passes, but she's always appreciative for the taste of it.
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