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You hang on candlelight. I get sleepy hearing your Vancouverique theories of special relativity. Forget the fake wood--- you are not a pot of tea. Now it's time to plant tulips. Stop playing gone and tempt me with window ledges.
You hang on candlelight.
I get sleepy hearing your Vancouverique theories of special relativity.
Forget the fake wood--- you are not a pot of tea.
Now it's time to plant tulips.
Stop playing gone and tempt me with window ledges.
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It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.