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nine years ago at the youthful distance of a small town's green from a mid-twenties girl's smile that would never try to gleam the permanent baby tooth like her mother under a tattooed oak tree that shaded the full moon like puritan curtains draped carelessly on an uneven bar spilling a pile of truth into a pile of dirty clothes drifting over dewy grass on a hefty overcoat easily found at a second hand shop she washed and rinsed her bloated body to an irritated red like her bloody brushed gums and wished the earth would end "The Writer's Cramp" Prompt: write a story or poem starting with: nine years ago... [21 lines]
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