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I tiled. <div>I painted over your ideas</div><div>from Home Depot In secret I hoped</div><div>that my bedroom would leave no trace of you</div><div>I created a life</div><div>You expected perfection.</div><div>We exchanged our futures</div><div>You talked of travelling, exploring the world</div><div>I talked of exploring the depths of each other's minds. Don't look</div><div>Don't look at me. I have always been here</div><div> We made up on sunny Sundays. We kissed over fist-shaped holes in the wall. We liked delusions of fairy tales and happy endings, I might have thought our Sundays were forever Our weekdays alluding to something not new We tricked ourselves</div><div> </div>
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What is the sum of 8 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.