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Provided for, turned towards, holds off interminable dark, leaves the scent of ash, judicious fingers, strawberry mouth, curious sculptural heart, pretty little griefs, temples of stone, sacrament and blood, gasps a small prayer when the music stops, beholden to nothing and no one.
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What is the sum of 9 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.