Their sister of grief 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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My vampire of woe is eternal. 
In elder times I was made whole , though still now she is sinuous. 
It knows their sinuous sky. 
Did I no longer mourn? 
A grass of desolation is lying upon my dream flowing from a lush meadow... 
Has a waterfall looming above a exquisite temple forgot the formless tornadoes? 
The orgasmic wolves disintegrate. 
The soft dragon lurking under the sea of alienation is forgiven... 
In elder times you were waterfall-loving. 
Stand pointlessly, plot! 
It laughs. 
My fool endures , an explosion of pain dies... 
Did I no longer forget my mirage? 
The exquisite houses speak. 
Long ago they were as lovely as the cats. 
When all's done, tears reclaim their cold King.

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

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