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a wormhole is a bunker<div>raw in its piracy</div><div> </div><div><div>twisting stomachs </div><div>into graceful flourescence</div><div>carving grandparents out of theft</div></div><div> </div><div>meat condominium asks </div><div>"where is my palate?"</div><div> </div><div>it is either a public wormhole </div><div>or a selfish sprawl</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>
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What is the sum of 11 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.