Present Relief, a cyborg poem
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| "A glass of wine; shall I get you one? You are very ill." | |
| And so I let down the side-glass next to him | |
| and took faintness | |
| full of something | |
| a glass of it | |
| I talk, and arranged, and wrapped myself up without opening | |
| for whatever |
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this poem was generated from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, then gently massaged by Amy Cheng