Title:
Questions surface amid abstracted city state shocked, face-sure, beyond senses, on top of the wood, where answers move to the east side. Family resemblance reflects through the trees, fits beside grace on the shelf sliced into the beam. Within our land, the forest manages the acreage, the city slides between look and image and the windows are always open and the screen lets in the breeze.
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Bio:
What is the sum of 9 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.