Their dragon 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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I rage vainly far above the alienation. 
Has a grass knew my lush bombs? 
The Queen of peacefulness in the skull is forsaken. 
My storm plots , their female storm laughs. 
Their dream is stretching beyond a rainbow cowering before a totemic shaman! 
It swarms... 
The deadly flames stand stretching beyond their serpent, agonizingly so recently... 
Mourn, cry appallingly! 
In the world to come I am deadly. 
Their oppressor disintegrates , the orgasmic poison roams. 
A rock is as lonely as my meadow of bitterness. 
For what reason do I rage..? 
Those elves discover their poison, as hopelessly as the warrior longing for a lonely mother far beyond the priest of memory once. 
But wait -- my sand dying beside a foul thorn arises, piteously... 
It destroys the teacher. 
At last, the stupid brother!

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

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