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i inhabited the shape of a cat lost in a room i left as leaves through an open curtained window a last leaf on fire on the ground burning a hole in an old mattress<div> that you dragged me under you on, grey as an old water stain At street level I leave the mattress,</div><div>for anyone who wants it</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.