Poetry from the Clematis Island poetry generator,
edited a little bit.
Here's to Oblivion from Alabama
I am a rock
standing... utterly wrong.
The lush texture of my relentless desire
to melt into untouchable
was dissolving... isolated.
With a blunt object
take over tomorrow.
Could you please melt into concrete?
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