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<p>I stand in front of you, with a feeling of impending doom </p><p>Just us two, the only people in the room </p><p>I try to run for the door </p><p>But I'm super-glued to the floor </p><p>You give me The Look </p><p>And around me things begin to cook </p><p>The sofa bursts into flames </p><p>Fear urges me to call out your name </p><p>Of me even croaking out a sound </p><p>The heat from your eyes makes the room go round </p><p>I reach out for the wall </p><p>But my vision begins to fall </p><p>Yet you still aim The Look my way </p><p>Unwavering, as if to say "I'm here to stay" </p><p>Then somehow you hear my cries </p><p>You hear my parched looking eyes </p>You know I've had enough <p>Later that night </p><p>I don't feel right </p><p>Granted, I did survive </p><p>and still I was alive </p><p>But oh how I ache all over </p><p>Because of The Look, because of the Lover </p><p>Because of his radiance </p><p>Because of his existance.</p>
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What is the sum of 9 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.