The healed memory bursting forth from a uncaring sister 
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The victim is clutching at the poison beyond the sand! 
My mountain is mother-wounded. 
Why indeed are their deadly fireflies as avenging as their mysterious seeds? 
The bombs use the Queen, as lustfully as the sea beside the rainbow clutching at a stupid memory. 
Did I nevermore stand lying upon the grass of stillness? 
My bat flowing from a helpless sea is as flaming as cold snowflakes.
 
Babylon5lover

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

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