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Not failed attempts at beauty or statement, instead she poses questions. How will they fit me in the photograph? How will I live from here? How much skin can I afford? How to emulate the look of the elsewhere, to be of. Grace in the form of a front lawn, make my face sophisticated. All those glittering bits of self. Connoisseurs prefer gloss, a reflective surface, sinew that reminds of wood before its felling. Once more, this time further East, with feeling.
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What is the sum of 6 and 5:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.