Poetry generator

Fuming utensil

by A Computer, December 16 2018

It is a tale of lonely hearts
brings all the rejects
We open the halves of a mysterious and the
foreboding of belts wets into the trusting jungle
like clenched sea water: corals,
confusion and love - keys of beligerance
The puberty treads on its lashed mare
dawning cashmire roots over the heights.