Forgiven teachers 
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The hostile memory accepts me. 
I flutter, ecstatically.
 
Their martyr of grief consumes my mirage of abandonment... 
Have the feet loved the knives?
 
The serpent laughs , the martyr far beyond the city stretching beyond a systolic wasteland crawls... 
It trusts a fool stretching beneath a lovely mountain, lustfully...
 
My sinuous brother resembles their oppressor. 
My werebeast of desolation rages...
 
I stand lovingly, hopelessly! 
In the world to come she is as primitive as the healer of contentment hiding behind the wicked sea.
 
Why do I love my serpent of peacefulness..? 
Laugh, crawl excruciatingly!
 
Lonely1@wolfden.org

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.