Cut up poetry attempts using Poetik, an iPhone app:
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My impiety that
remember,
abuses gravity
My wear,
his gates.
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I dig walls for posterity
heart becomes the dispatch,
profitless,
those fear may hath
torture 'greeing
transport bait
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One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.