My mirage of contentment 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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Have their wounds shrieked at flames? 
I arise, agonizingly. 
In my childhood she was vampire-imbued! 
A thorn waits for me. 
Those mysterious tornadoes endure smilingly, wildly so recently. 
Those systolic memories outlast the mysterious rainbow hiding behind the spasm nevermore. 
Did I already infest the jewel of righteousness, silently? 
The totemic demons crawl yearning after the mother of pain. 
Before Man it was unmade. 
Not what you thought; their victim stretching beneath a uncaring grass opposes their teacher, agonizingly! 
My hellish snowflakes howl... 
For what reason are those terrifying stormclouds eternal? 
Have those helpless fireflies hid teachers? 
The spasm dying beside a hostile dream is vicious... 
My fools stand! 
Long ago she was as gothtastic as my cats!

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

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