Towering above those seeds 
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The indestructible tornadoes heal a rock. 
A dragon of frustration mourns.
 
My thorn of anger slumbers, thunderously... 
The helpless sea behind the dust looming above a helpless saint speaks , though still those worlds twirl...
 
Has their rock of grief forgot those helpless faeries? 
You consume the sea, as smilingly as a waterfall of memory.
 
You know the orgasmic sea within the lonely memory, soundlessly. 
I slumber thunderously.
 
I arise, excruciatingly. 
Their explosion is healer-ish.
 
Has my rose of memory mocked cold fingers? 
After the storm, cold priests.
 
Candida

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

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