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Enough flawed attempts are beauty to declare, all these kluge responses to superstructure's query... How can she fill a feral montage? How can she live on earth and what can she not afford? How much land allocated to whom assigned? & whom assassinated? A pair of lions grace the front of the lawn, the sisters survive. Bees shock sense, reflection. Flat wood, veneer become a better forest. I can't see the trees for the shitty. Again, waste equals food, but this time further east, with feeling.
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What is the sum of 5 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.