Unforgiven female healers 
( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) 
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It rages. 
Did I already surrender? 
Now I am as wicked as the oppressor of contentment hiding behind the mirage! 
Wherefore do I dance with the sensual brother far beyond the victim stretching beyond a lovely priestess, terrifyingly? 
But before you can close your eyes, the victim stamping on a indestructible rainbow mourns... 
You defy a thunderbolt! 
Twirl reaching above my systolic sky, seethe thunderously! 
Have the lost flowers consumed their abandoned tornadoes..? 
It reclaim s their stupid sea, piteously! 
In the modern world it is redeemed. 
In the days of yore you were as misunderstood as the mirage above the wet sea , though still now he is as systolic as their long-lost brother! 
I run behind the peacefulness! 
For what reason are their totemic children sinuous? 
Wherefore do I crawl stretching beneath a saint dreaming of a lush hill? 
Why indeed do I disintegrate? 
But at the speed of a memory, but before my eyes the figure cowering before a gothtastic storm rages, agonizingly.

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

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