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Prompt #417 - First Line


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Why would you want me to meet you there

In fields once green, that now sit bare

Where monuments of stone, silhouetted by sun

Crumble and crack; by ivory, overrun

Why search these rows of fallen dreams

Instead of rolling hills or winding steams

For answers to questions you dare not ask

In a desperate attempt to shed your mask

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