Crowning the blood

With murderously 
        with flatter'd with 
           disdaineth;
      
        So 
thou 
           stick'st 
       from 
           thee; 
      
 
     
      Or else 
    miles 
   where 
         reign'd,
    Crowning 
    the blood 
        and 
crush'd and 
           hope 
        some intent;
So am 
       I 
    as thy 
      fingers of 
         sweet smell of 
         betraying 
       to 
       kiss 

May 27, contiguous selection from unsupervised markov generation of character 6-grams with randomly inserted spaces and newlines, corpus: Shakespeare’s Sonnets. Generator: charNG.

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