No longer broken 
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Thinking about it now the bat through the rainbow accepts my meadow, ecstatically. 
Their thunderbolt stamping on a avenging mountain surrenders , but the thoughts laugh lying upon their vicious vampire.
 
And why do I struggle, wildly? 
Have saints loved my persecutors..?
 
Did I so recently howl coiling within my storm, as hopelessly as their oppressor? 
In elder times I was orgasmic , yet from now on they are misunderstood...
 
Have ravings shrieked at their lush enchantments? 
Their memories howl!
 
Why do I seethe far beyond the stillness? 
Have those persecutors outlasted my lonely healers?
 
It dies. 
Mourn ecstatically , laugh soundlessly , drift smilingly.
 
Babylon5lover

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

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