Poem #3; Surrealism

The exquisite (adjective) corpse (noun) drinks (verb) the new (adjective) wine (noun)

Make no sense and do not dabble in logic is the key of making a good surreal line

The stalking wolf slithers to his new prey

The shimmering white fades into old darkness

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