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Beauty<div><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>is always a failed attempt, never</div><div>enough to declare a unique response, to formulate specific enough questions to find answers, how </div><div>can you fit a family inside a life made out of</div><div>dreams not stucco and two by fours, how can you live on earth if you can't afford the dirt</div><div><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>you stand on? What can you not afford? What looks</div><div>like something else, like more</div><div>than what it is, like less</div><div>than what it should be?</div><div> Is grace a lawn? Is it stucco</div><div>glittering in the sun and is there sun and can we</div><div>afford to be. To be. Can we be glittering </div><div><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>glass</div><div>can we be mirrors?</div><div> We want wood before it was wood, before</div><div>it stopped breathing. Further east</div><div>people survive but where's</div><div><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>the feeling?</div>
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What is the sum of 7 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.