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<p>We threw glasses,</p><p>cut corners, smashed lips</p><p>on the sofas,</p><p>burning sandalwood's magic unraveling auburn hair,</p><p>mattress stogies, creased-sheet stories, upending each other to lick away the traces</p><p>our cars sat out in front of the house,</p><p>poor horses forced off-course, </p><p>racing to reach their little deaths.</p> <p> </p>
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What is the sum of 5 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.