the founder of the hum hum,
and an awkward snow of me
washing gently on the horizon;
buzzing burns on brick walls.
she looks down from century,
wishing she could open the door for me,
but it's over and under alarm.
the screens rattle through arrange sleep,
and it seems there's nothing more,
nothing, nothing left to say it all.
seth, the last of some sort,
dear no serious, not laughing no less,
french fries bangalore,
but she doesn't know
new windows os. what's the subtle d e
analyst quit of online stores?
where is the wind picks up consultants now?
get my car incentives
as she sleeps, sunlit from the trees
was crackling movies.
A speech-to-Text Misunderstanding
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