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[adelaide129]

ode to a spambot

However,
raising her hands
she suddenly froze after a moment, in the power of doubt.
Inside it was a variation so significant
were whether she had stoutness
to forge a lie?
In the power of rebellious annoyance
Morgeyna hesitated in the service of a second
and the rowers looked at her
with well-mannered sympathy.
She felt the screaming then;
hot looks and felt inclined to
fade
away
into the ground with defamation
as if everything that happened to her
[the gloom preceding]
is inscribed on her brashness;
her letters lust.

Heaven, the lake, floated
inactive church bells
and rapidly Morgeyna again transported to a distant minority:
she listened as the founder of Columbus [pathetically] talking
hither abstention as the superb
disintegrate
to come close to the holiness of
Mary
............Mummy of God
that miraculously gave nativity to her son,
not in the least
years
mired with it:
sin.

"What utter cackle,
how could a helpmate have a baby,
not perceptive a man?"

But when the protected
cry out of the bell,
something
guts her
as if
dead to the world,

crumbled into dust,
sank into.

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i patched that poem together from things a spambot posted on the inferno board, changing only punctuation and pronouns.

i promise you, sincerely, that i am trying to find my way out of this.