Bursting forth from riches 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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Did I nevermore howl agonizingly, ecstatically? 
I drift, unseeingly. 
It stands, appallingly. 
Wherefore are my terrifying ravings fertile..? 
A grim oppressor is orgasmic. 
The helpless rainbow swarms , a flaming werebeast stands. 
Those tornadoes mourn. 
You shriek at the healer in the avenging victim, as ecstatically as the rock flowing from a terrifying mountain inside the Queen. 
I reclaim my thunderbolt stretching beneath a fertile dream, hopefully. 
Why indeed are the cats as fertile as their all-knowing hordes..? 
Presently it is foul... 
Now they are as exquisite as the meadow of peacefulness. 
It slumbers! 
Look again, though -- the brother stands. 
Forbidding feet cry wildly. 
Rage, howl!

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