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hand to mouth tangled groans <div>to cold plate rusted out like fridge </div><div>and springs, few teeth grip into </div><div>something anyway the sink is</div><div>plugged.<i> The mattress is bugged!</i></div><div>he's bugged.</div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>What can he not afford?</div><div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>i mac,</i> in toronto can't afford ford </div><div>in vancouver, north and west. </div><div>books, music, art shows, restaurants</div><div>he can't afford. <i>Good liquor! That's right I said</i></div><div><i>gee oh oh dee el i cur! ... a shower a shirt</i></div><div><i>a roof a shhhh.. ... tooffpaste towel sheeets</i></div><div>are we farther west, witch feeling? which </div><div>feeling? —— further east, with feeling.</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>
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What is the sum of 7 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.