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Twitter VSS365 Prompt

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There is a cemetery, where I walk.

I hear the whispers of the souls.

Stories I can’t know, I do.

To the most gruesome murder.

There is a cemetery near my house.

From the mundane.

Where souls are trapped.

Trapped until the end of time.

And they have a hold upon my soul.

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