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None of us were very good, except the last:<div>hollow, neglected. <div> </div><div>Up here we soared, </div><div>saw for miles. At last she'd done it. It reminded her of failure. </div><div> </div><div>This was the best thing you ever made, I told her. As far as you could go. </div><div> </div><div>I saw. </div><div>Special, unique, </div><div>one off. </div></div>
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What is the sum of 11 and 5:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.