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We made a nation, a painting out of a series of persisting things: an impractical family, a long payment in instalments a paperback book on the loyalists an unrequited love a golden mountain an assortment of base elements one of Gacy's victims, melted to the crawlspace a water monster a handful of blinding crystals a bed serving as a hug and revenge. Am I blinded by glass buildings or is it the sun, rising? <div> </div><div>is this a nation or a phase</div>
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What is the sum of 5 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.