An autofill assisted poem

Poetry lives in the air. Crinkling dawn is so hard. Remember when she said, “I’m gonna leave  you early for paradise?” It’s another day of you and me in ethereal dreams. The 90s pirhouette in my old house. My sister canoes in her mortal art. Time drags me towars death, but he pulls me with a balloon string as I ride in a laundry basket behind him, so I’m having literally the time of my life. God saved the love they gave.