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Would you like to continue this poem?
Let's write a collective poem. It will be exciting. 4 to 10 lines each, building on the previous. Doesn't have to be good, doesn't have to make sense, doesn't have to have a set structure... but should have some continuity with the previous poster's, all the same.
Start...
A daughter of a mother with parachute expressions
Her once Rodin like face is impressed upon the last
Boy to comb her hair, mirrored in a 1920s gilded glass
And when her smile began to pass, he cried "I knew you wasn't wax"
And her nimble faun-like legs leaped up and that was that
... go...
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