Playing with Predictive Text Generators
"Will you not leave me shortly?" I tell here much longer, "I know the scum at the top of the sea." Because in blankets, subsisting inside me's what power." Because we are hungry and whisper, "I know the pit of the sea." "We'd be here we are withering, disturbed by the teeth of the teeth of the desolate depths of the sea. Because in a forgetting how we are hungry and mud. You don't mean it." Because in the sky, I vow by the sky above roiling, my love. "You may leaving, but it's coursing through fire all stay 'til the scum at the teeth of the depths of the sea.” Because this is not a forgetting inside me shortly?" I tell here much longer. It's only one sky above has just questioned my blooming. I catch up my love. "Will you be passways. I vow it." "Will you not leave me shortly?" I tell her, "I know the scum at the teeth of the rust questioned my love. "...