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i heart east van so much that i love that sign with the cross that's really an advertisement for a store it reminds me of a tweet i made once you wouldn't get it if you weren't there the day they started the internet i am unique, you know i'm not nuclear family no. 1, no. 2 or no. 3. look at my plaid shirt i got it at a vintage store because that is east van i am not a glass surface i am matte but i am not stucco stuck with bubblegum and earth either the gentrificators of the west side don't know how the bark grows i'm white but i've seen some aboriginal art i am cultured i know that worms continue to grow when they are sliced in half i don't need a king-size bed just an old mattress on the ground will suffice if my parent's ask, tell them i have a four-poster they are always buying me stupid things that make me look uncool and fyi, i don't need capital letters to feel like a man i am a chimera equation figure that out when you are sipping lattes in the green-themed starbucks that i only go to because it's close to my vancouver special
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What is the sum of 10 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.