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Not failed--attempts at beauty or stating--they are unique, answers to the particular questions. How can I fit my own--waiting-- family into my genitals? How hard can I live on the land allotted? And how to emulate the look of some elsewhere?How to be of? What can't I afford now? Or ever. Grace in the form of front lawns, stucco sophisticate, all these arrangedand glittering bits of glass. I am wrong? Connoisseurs prefer the sleek and strange, not the reflective surface, the wood that reminds--before its felling--of wood. Once more--the renovated, the revealing--this time further east; this time with feeling.
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What is the sum of 7 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.