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Too many failed attempts at Love, nothing to declare, but waste. A fleeting memory in our minds with no way to stop it Why would I want to live on earth without the one who truly sees me? How can I look at you half-heartedly, baby? To be in the same room as you, yet not a single word exchanged all those glittering stars in the sky but we were meant to be meteorites, falling apart I close my eyes, slip beneath the sheets <div>and turn onto my side </div><div>like a familiar truth<div> However, this time without the warm of your back </div></div>
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What is the sum of 6 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.