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As ghosts slip through cracks in windows, the soil's remorse is our prophesy.Do moonlessrooms soothethe slenderestconscience ,s e d u c e d b y m i d s u m m e r ' s ra i nonce and again?(co) (u) (gh)
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What is the sum of 6 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.