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A Vase Hole
yellow fell smelling orange, sunny side up yoked and stung as pulp slugs sponged acid screams, bouncing cuts off a smooth basin. dental sounds of some hygiene mimes delight over the human's showering dance. "The Writer's Cramp" Prompt: You're plucked from the cornfield and placed in a vase on the counter in an alien's kitchen. [16 lines]
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