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orange & blue twilight morning chipped grey paint on a rusted railing, eye observe dew evaporating on pavement contemplate morning glory choking backyard roses (they exhaled heaven sent scents) Vancouver Special nothing special at all a college student a minimum wage worker a self declared artist your glass castles break (into) dreams you shatter egos Vancouver sameness substituted for saneness becoming a death wish by accident double march to Armageddon's song Vancouver Coastal City Where will you be when Ocean exalts wrath? Who will stand in tsunami path we altered nature unthinkingly unleashing water's flame melting frozen methane from seabottom subterranean vents can poetry bridge Acheron? can spirit overcome ignorance? can the Vancouver special save us all with its assurance of stability and a better life? or is it just a mask that hides strife chipped paint on a rusted railing morning glory choking roses
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What is the sum of 6 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.