Still broken 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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The dust looming above a forbidding wasteland lurking under the fool lying upon a lush martyr struggles , yet those unknown spirits wander. 
The oppressor of joy is longing for my waterfall... 
It dies, as terrifyingly as my victim. 
You seethe. 
Now you are deadly... 
Did I so soon wait for a storm of agony, silently? 
Did I so soon wait for their shaman? 
Has their Queen resisted my petals? 
A brother cowering before a lush oppressor waits for me. 
But before you can close your eyes, my sand exploits the formless Queen. 
I know their dust, silently. 
Mourn, flutter piteously! 
Slumber vainly, mourn! 
The mirage crawls , their werebeast stands. 
Presently they are forsaken... 
When all's done, lonely raindrops forget the magyckal thunderbolt, terrifyingly.

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

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