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<span id="yiv1538383835misspell-0" class="yiv1538383835"><span id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_1_13135050991384250"> <br id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_16_1313623343819179"></span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ms__id682"><div id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_17_1313505099138124">Mother of the recollection city, daughter of dark glass and failed forests,</div><div id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_17_1313505099138124"><span id="yiv1538383835misspell-0" class="yiv1538383835"><span id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_1_13135050991384250"> </span></span><span id="yiv1538383835misspell-0" class="yiv1538383835"><span id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_1_13135050991384250">connoisseur</span></span> of bubblegum, unique conversation, green abstracted from your eyes,</div> feed me your dead languages. Speak to me of shadows. Peel the veneer away.</div>
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What is the sum of 8 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.