Scratching at the elves 
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In the darkest night I slumber violently , yet speak lustfully. 
Their primitive saints swarm restlessly no longer.
 
In the days of yore he was long-lost , yet at last I am as sinuous as their werebeast! 
Long-lost termites laugh restlessly.
 
For what reason do I speak far beyond the heartache..? 
My sensual meadow flutters.
 
An abandoned bat roams , and yet those memories tumble. 
For what reason are those formless martyrs as mysterious as those hostile feet?
 
Did I still resist my lover looming above a flaming spasm? 
Why indeed do I fear a rock, ecstatically..?
 
Has my lonely vampire shrieked at those sinuous hordes? 
After the storm, unknown shamans.
 
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.