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RECOVER SPECIAL A little softer a little stronger a little more beautiful, please Move gracefully like a wind among the trees With all the buzz and bliss not found in the city but in the forest Straight like planks of wood awake, alive, a drift, reflections of true self, visible no more like grass buried under snow on your front lawn fall from grace how can I make myself less abstract? how can I make myself less elsewhere? what can I afford? who? Challenge Fight Be yourself, with or without their permission beauty: attempts failed
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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.