Once unmade 
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The rainbow of memory defies me. 
It accepts the primitive spasm.
 
In the days of yore you were Queen-like , yet still in the modern world she is as unknown as their wet flames. 
My memory dreaming of a gothtastic sea accepts me.
 
Yet look; the figure of grief roams, hopelessly. 
Surrender fitfully, drift!
 
Why do I ride a soft meadow? 
Their dream of memory disintegrates, excruciatingly...
 
Did I already rage, vainly..? 
The foul skull arises , the serpent struggles!
 
Did I no longer seethe silently, as wildly as the long-lost warrior hiding behind the desert? 
You cry pointlessly inside the alienation.
 
Loves_goth

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

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