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<p>How may I fit my family into the equation? How will we make the mortgage? How can I make myself less abstracted? In the house. Grace of a front lawn, stucco suffocate. All that glitters stuck in the surface. Sheet shocks sense into reflection. Wood sliced into beam better becomes the forest. Can't see the trees for the city. Could you move to the east? A little further?</p><p>Not failed attempts at beauty or stating. Unique answers to specific questions.</p>
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What is the sum of 8 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.