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<p>Hang on, candlelight.</p><p> It's so dry hearing his Vancouverique theories on Home Depot lighting aisles.</p><p>I forget his words as he says them, lost in the fake driftwood centerpiece. Sip my empty cup of tea. </p><p>Time to plant tulips.</p><p> To stop playing gone and tempt him with window ledges.</p><p> </p><p> </p>
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What is the sum of 7 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.