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<span id="yiv1538383835misspell-0" class="yiv1538383835"><span id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_1_13135050991384250">Your unique languages peel the green away. Dark glass and failed forests, feed me your dead shadows. Abstracted from the recollection city, daughter of bubblegum, of conversation, connoisseur of eyes. Mother, speak to me of </span></span><span id="yiv1538383835misspell-0" class="yiv1538383835"><span id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_1_13135050991384250"><span id="yiv1538383835misspell-0" class="yiv1538383835"><span id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_1_13135050991384250">veneer. </span></span> <br id="yiv1538383835yui_3_2_0_16_1313623343819179"></span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ms__id682"> </div>
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What is the sum of 7 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.