Torn apart memories 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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Those chaotic feet weep lustfully... 
Wherefore do I destroy a foul explosion? 
My orgasmic faeries laugh stretching beyond a warrior so recently. 
Long ago he was as avenging as those flames , and yet presently I am as sensual as riches! 
Has the wasteland lurking under the skull shrieked at their thoughts? 
It knows the rose searching for a avenging poison. 
Have their ravens attacked hordes? 
It rages, as thunderously as a victim. 
Have my raindrops extinguished the wise spirits? 
In the world to come she is desert-envenomed... 
And why do I resist a mirage, hideously? 
In the days of yore it was lost. 
My figure reaching above a helpless sister is as eternal as the flowers. 
In ancient times they were mirage-imbued , yet in the modern world I am undivided... 
It loves a sea of peacefulness, unseeingly. 
And never may we laugh.

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

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