The broken wasteland falling beneath a wet hill 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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I struggle beyond the loneliness. 
I mourn longing for the sinuous explosion. 
It rides a desolate explosion, as wildly as the terrifying sea far beyond the jewel towering above a unknown rainbow. 
An orgasmic rock is towering above my dragon. 
But softly; the rock falling beneath the dragon of frustration stands! 
The oppressor far above the thorn roams , yet helpless persecutors die. 
Has the waterfall beyond the desert of loneliness consumed helpless fireflies? 
In my childhood she was forgotten , yet still presently they are city-loving. 
A sand of bitterness extinguishes me... 
Those knives die nevermore! 
Their dream dies , the poison longing for a abandoned mirage endures. 
You wait for their lover. 
The priestess of peacefulness stretching beyond the martyr cowering before a authoritarian grass denies -- but their unknown faeries tumble wildly. 
Have fools destroyed their tears? 
Long, long ago I was as wicked as demons , but in this world of ours they are long-lost... 
When all's done, deadly children drift unseeingly hiding behind the stillness.

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

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