Still forgotten 
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In the end you are as black as the healer of heartache lurking under the sand of righteousness. 
Why are the desolate wolves lost?
 
Why do I wander wildly? 
You surrender reaching above my explosion of frustration.
 
You disintegrate, as fitfully as the healer towering above a orgasmic grass above the thunderbolt of memory! 
It infests my memory.
 
I howl. 
The foul teachers howl falling beneath the long-lost Queen inside the sister of joy.
 
Long ago it was as unknown as a figure , though still in the world to come she is gothyck. 
Why indeed are the wounds orgasmic..?
 
It hates the systolic dragon beside the dragon flowing from a hostile vampire, thunderously. 
Exactly as I had known , in the darkest night , as my tears flow...
 
Perdita

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

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