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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. </p><p>I make my escape as he fusses over the window trim. High quality precast foam or Kiln-dried wood. <span style="white-space:pre"> </span> He weights his options like a mother deciding which of her darling children will live.</p><p>The Garden Centre has opened up its gaping maw to me once more. I dissolve into the hardened earth once more.</p><p> </p>
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What is the sum of 5 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.