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<div>Echoes in the long and constant. </div> <div>Bitterness toward me but I don't glitter </div> <div>My soft refusals are all blades and movement. </div><div> </div><div>The stucco. </div> <div>We'll die here. </div> <div>Not elsewhere.</div><div> </div><div>Can reality flash into fantasy? </div><div> </div><div>There has to be a better formula.</div> <div> </div> <div> </div>
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What is the sum of 11 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.