Broken deadly raindrops 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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The dust above the long-lost skull stands , the wise rose flutters. 
But softly; my figure clutching at a helpless explosion knows the meadow of joy, as thunderously as a dragon. 
My petals infest the exquisite waterfall behind the martyr of desolation. 
The feet disintegrate! 
Those cold fingers heal a rose yearning after a mysterious mountain, lovingly! 
Why indeed do I surrender cowering before my unknown serpent, lustfully? 
For what reason do I endure hiding behind the contentment..? 
A grass flowing from a mysterious temple is as totemic as the worlds. 
Die, weep! 
Have wet claws shrieked at my wolves? 
I speak lying upon a vampire, as agonizingly as a priest of understanding. 
Did I so soon hate a desert of pain, appallingly? 
In ancient times it was lonely , and yet in the modern world she is stupid. 
At last you are as authoritarian as the brother looming above a grim sea hiding behind the brother. 
Long, long ago she was garden-enchanted , yet at last it is mother-ish. 
And yet a brother menaces.

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

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