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Desperate solutions for beauty, blurting out general answers to specific questions: "I will get my family out of this drought!" "We will make the mortgage despite these tensions!"<div>(to this idea you cling) Land will be allotted to us, our award. What can't I afford?</div><div>(everything) We bring the look of elsewhere. I focus myself over there: In the house, to and fro.</div><div>(Will this ever end?) A garden of a front lawn, peppered by stucco.</div><div>(you can't, on this, depend) All that glitters sparkles in the surface.</div><div>(it's just glass) Wood carved into beams soon curses a forest. I can see the trees from the city. </div><div> </div><div>This is my house.</div><div> </div>
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What is the sum of 5 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.