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THE fading of these faces in a crowd; Petals falling from a black bough, Husks sprung from the darkling buds of mayhem; Christmas lights' shattered shells fluttering in the cruel air, The lost whisper of all April has snared.
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What is the sum of 10 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.