TEST-POEM by Contessa Reylene Truckstop

Take two insignificant provinces (same as certain rewards) and add shade all around it that changes in color according to the tone of your voice.
Picture a timid quadruped advancing very close, more than the necessary distance, having rain water all over it; a likable flaw.
Try to walk forming a perimeter in front of you.
Risk it all by pushing a terrible bomb at the fortune-teller's feet.
Inside you, bees are breeding, and getting angry with the extremities of your dress in your fists was like to tell the components of the radiator to weaken a fast speed boat.
The meaningless things are the same as the sadness of certain fall days.