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<p>I'm being attacked </p><p>Someone's taking photos </p>Elsewhere people are drinking <div>Champagne <div> </div><div>Nothing under 500 K, nothing shared, nothing touches </div><div>My ribs hurt like gemstones</div><div> </div><div>I dial again. </div><div> No one answers.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></div><div> </div><div>I ask them if they hear the curses </div><div>the kid from High School</div><div> who died while tilting a vending machine, </div><div>Nothing and everything.</div><div> </div><div>What do they know? Look at me, I say</div><div> Look at my side </div><div> </div><div>Blood-red</div><div> Snake-berry stains on white jeans</div><div> By the dumpsters behind Wholefoods. </div><div> I am a swordfish.</div><div> I am drowning. </div><div>Rings of sunlight glinting off the towers</div><div> </div><div>Like tiny crystals.</div><div> </div><div>A woman turns her head and sees a raven eating swordfish. </div></div>
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What is the sum of 5 and 6:
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