The boy cry through the garage
Their footsteps ear-shattering
Everyone would shout and be pissed
I love the gorgeous thing
We would laugh together
and even boxed when no one was near
But a earthquake came
Everyone was delighted
Until it yielded a morning star
It wore a t-shirt
Everyone around dodged their cucumber
The day came to an end
It was dark and bitter day
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AI Generation
AléatoireThis is a collection of poetry accompanied with an image, all created using forms of AI.
