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<p>We're waiting to learn doomsday’s face</p><p>With its eyes and teeth upon our every space</p><p>The devil has risen beyond rumour</p><p>Even the largest rooms short on humour </p><p>The dread and frayed wires invite flame</p><p>And beckon me by calling your name </p><p>Pleading, pleading, g<i>ive me the look</i></p><p>Flesh to flesh, excuse me from it, leave me unhooked</p><p>A hundred hands begging all time to still, to stay</p><p>Unwavering, as if to say <i>tell me about your longest day</i></p><p>But the despair and disparity deepens each rise</p><p>Parched and impassioned, never eye to eye</p><p>And still each day, stared and gnawed on</p><p>We give our crowns and halos to each dawn</p><p>Because of that look, because of the lovers</p><p>Because of the way you don't live, <i>you recover </i></p>
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What is the sum of 11 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.