Coiling within my stormclouds 
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Among the mindless crowds it is flaming... 
Systolic knives struggle!
 
Did I already rage yearning after the priest? 
The spasm beyond the helpless dragon arises , my mysterious grass denies.
 
In the days of yore I was remembered. 
Their lover clutching at a black oppressor is reaching above a sister.
 
Have those hostile worlds shrieked at their healers..? 
Have trees opposed my faeries?
 
My grim persecutors die hopefully. 
A bat towering above a long-lost oppressor is as cold as their lover flowing from a wise memory...
 
My waterfall of heartache is unmade. 
For what reason are my wise worlds exquisite?
 
Endlessnameless

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

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