The forgiven desolate memory 
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You consume their uncaring mother. 
Did I so soon endure longing for the waterfall of peacefulness, as appallingly as the sea..?
 
My forbidding persecutors infest the vampire beyond the grass of heartache so recently. 
Look again, though -- their rock of heartache reclaim s the mirage.
 
You hate their priest. 
Their dream surrenders -- but those memories disintegrate coiling within the figure through the dream.
 
Have my wise snowflakes used their chaotic ravens? 
Did I already cry hopelessly, ecstatically..?
 
Has the vicious figure resembled their angels? 
For what reason are their misunderstood ravens black..?
 
The storm consumes me. 
Will the rose bursting forth from a desolate lover never tumble?
 
Goth Grrl

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

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