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No failure at stating. Unique answers to questions. How would I fit my answer to another? How would we make the choice? How much worth will be allotted, and to whom? What can I afford? How could we state this response How could I make myself less abstracted? In the mind but not of inside it.All that shines is stuck on the surface. Sheet shocks sense into the reflection. Messages sliced into sounds better becomes the word.You couldn't see the thoughts in a crowd. Could you move to a clearing? Separate yourself?
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What is the sum of 11 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.