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toe's face? the choice was worn over the rocks like soot or grassy stains on an infant’s first steps to the grounds never seen before aged to transcend into years of doubt blackened by thoughts never to be known in sight or from fore sight or after sight has an undergrowth of life over a ledge to fall into all decisions scary like cliffs without the wind that strokes whispers into an ear "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" Prompt words: undergrowth doubt aged worn grassy rocks blackened chose [18 lines]
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