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<div> </div> <div>Echoes are little more than</div> <div>a longing for an answer,</div><div> </div>Some seeking certain <div> <div>bitterness toward moving on. </div> <div> </div> <div>Anger after soft refusals,</div> <div>was I supposed to say "I'm sorry"?</div> <div> </div> <div>The rights of women,</div> <div>something's dying here. </div> <div>Best allocate assets elsewhere.</div> <div> </div> <div>Can fantasy flash into being? </div> <div>Failed romances aren't unique, </div> <div>are they?</div> <div> </div> <div>There has to be a better way.</div>And there is. <div> </div> <div> </div> </div>
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What is the sum of 7 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.