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<div>The east is little more than</div><div>the love of the city, a bit toward.</div><div>Forward. Is there a better forest? </div><div> </div><div>The trees sense </div><div>their reflections. Glitter-bits </div><div>on the lake surface.</div><div> </div><div>I grace the stucco with </div><div>sophistication. I am </div><div>that abstract. </div><div> </div><div>Look elsewhere. Allocate</div><div>and assign the how. Give it</div><div>up. Make the loan.</div><div> </div><div>Can my family fit into</div><div>beauty? Our failed attempts </div><div>aren't unique. They rot.</div><div> </div><div>The way of things.</div><div> </div><div> </div>
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What is the sum of 10 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.