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<p>Hang on, fluorescent lighting</p><p>It's drywall, his Vancouverique theories on Home Depot lighting aisles.</p><p>I forget his words as he says them, lost in my kaleidoscope of paint samples Sip my empty cup of tea. </p><p>Time to plant tulips. </p><p>Time to stop playing gone and tempt him with window ledges.</p><p>Enough with his home improvement. I am complete. The garden centre opens its gaping maw to me once again. </p><p> </p><p> </p>
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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.