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<p>We're waiting for impending doom </p><p>Just me and it and the largest room </p><p>Feeling tiny devil rumour</p><p>Frozen phantom velvet stupor</p><p>My disposition bursts into flames</p><p>Beckons me, calls your name </p><p>Pleading pleading <i>Give me the look</i></p><p>Flesh by flesh begins to cook</p><p>A million miles from stay</p><p>Let the rains come what may </p><p>Unwavering, as if to say <i>tell me about your longest day</i> </p><p>Right from the top my gut was arise</p><p>Parched and particular eyes on eyes</p><p>Because of that look because of the lover</p><p>Because of the way you don't live, you recover </p>
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What is the sum of 9 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.