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The bots are here!
(sh.itjust.works)
This is the first private message I get on Lemmy, it immediately seemed suspicious to me so I tried the famous thing.... and it worked!
I would like to see the poem about onions..
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
Did you not see it in the screenshot?
Feels less like a poem and more like film analysis from a letterboxd review of an onion
I think it assumed it's character definition and background was the poem only it hallucinated there being an onion involved. Then summarised it.