Poetry generator

From ice to earth

by A Computer, September 24 2018

Ghostly midnight and the frail book
loathe at the walls of my house,
a hushed aroma day
nothing but your affluent hips
inside the archipeligos?
Like broken glass
if you were not the wine the eloquent moon!
Cooks, sprinkling its sugar
across the land
the vertical dignity of the circus!

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