Found poem on Dragonspeak, trying to train the program to my pronunciation.
I go a little, fall again, but you are here. There is you, meaning a pain, pain and ravine.
You are the root of the year. Usually you are here, and so am I. I am in boot camp, easy
on you. I love the movie of the June forlorn. I’d utilize one written word (you name it )
in young orange. In pinyu Hang Zhou was written: one. You were one. In Asia, words
mean pain. Gone, and here’s to dwell on: breathe together every night, until each breath
is his. You know, you exude those you lose. A savior shocked into flying will save your
new moon. Stay cool and unknown. The flaw in downfall never owned old clocks not
Yuma not Omaha not Houston no more. Something clean is in that country. Be gone,
safety. It comes to be a symptom. Newfound fame was stones seeking family,
compensating soaking sleep of time. It was stones, good enough to say goodnight.
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