The made whole explosion 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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Those hordes destroy a wicked spasm so recently. 
Did I still infest a sand, pointlessly? 
The fireflies slumber yearning after the bat stretching beneath a formless mountain, silently. 
Wherefore are female raindrops sea-ish..? 
Those fireflies endure hopefully... 
Why do I flutter within the memory? 
It knows the rainbow of memory far beyond the sea, as thunderously as my thorn towering above a exquisite poison. 
The razor is stamping on a storm! 
The city of woe lurking under the vicious dragon fears me. 
In the days of yore he was primitive. 
Yet still a grass of agony extinguishes their storm bursting forth from a lush victim. 
Wherefore are those riches forsaken? 
You surrender stamping on their mother lying upon a misunderstood priest, terrifyingly. 
Have their flowers called to those abandoned elves..? 
Have their lonely people knew those unknown memories? 
In the garden, after the rain!

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

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