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little more than love bites Forward coldness we wonder trees under frost-chilled moon their reflections Glitter I am Not home, I am Not alive, the equation questions failed attempts. No Responses I awake another day Waiting for miracles to come
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What is the sum of 9 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.