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A Refugee of Life I woke to a child younger than the twins my wife had with her lover below flight 119 is Austin my name betrayed twice in a man's voice I can't see and can trust to never crash. Maybe a bird will blow karma ironically through the engines into an east wing explosion of their mansion; my carcass beamed through the skylight above their master bedroom to ask or insist one life question: How did their lawyer get child support when DNA tests don't lie? "The Writer's Cramp" Prompt:Write a story or poem that takes place on board an airplane, spaceship, submarine, or cruise ship liner. [17 lines]
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