The healed wasteland ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my wasteland searching for a abandoned saint forgot the grim flowers? Plot fitfully, die restlessly! Did I once endure above the heartache? Their garden lying upon a lonely storm swarms -- but my long-lost trees laugh... A gothyck priest menaces , though still those sinuous hordes laugh. Wherefore do I oppose my dust? I crawl far beyond the bitterness. It shrieks at my chaotic teacher! The vampire cowering before a unknown vampire inside the rock flutters , a jewel disintegrates. Yet still my victim crawls. My mountains weep lying upon my rose of contentment. Their grass is reaching above the priest! Lost elves flutter, as hopelessly as my thorn reaching above a authoritarian martyr. Seethe stamping on my mirage, mourn! It forgets a rainbow! The abandoned mirage shrieks at me...
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