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<div> </div><div>Specific responses, to begging statements.</div><div>Of sophisticated tones, or flat voices indicating.</div><div> </div><div>Failed attempt at love.</div><div>A little less, make me hurt.</div><div> </div><div>How do I?</div><div>Make her leave!</div><div>How do we?</div><div>Not us but me.</div><div> </div><div>Can I fit her into the equation?</div><div>How?</div><div>I see the trees.</div><div>A forest better than mine.</div><div>I can't live for this anymore.</div><div> </div><div>In reflection I sense shock.</div><div>The surface blocks all that shines. </div><div> </div><div>She is the surface now.</div><div>She used to be what shined.</div><div>But now the surface blocks all that shines.</div><div> </div><div>Move a bit to the east, could you?</div><div>A grace of her, I can not afford.</div><div>What can I do?</div><div> </div><div>Make me forget.</div><div>How?</div><div>Elsewhere!</div><div> </div><div> </div>
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What is the sum of 9 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.