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<p class="MsoNormal">Move to the east? A little further? Can’t see the trees, the city, the green, Only stucco illusions. Forest becomes beam. Grace, glitter, sophisticate state of look, All glorified dreams of the west.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This, not failed attempts at beauty or stating but</p><p class="MsoNormal">Land, family, mortgage?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What exactly can I afford?</p>
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What is the sum of 7 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.