The forgotten dust 
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In endless darkness it is sky-like. 
Has the memory forgot my systolic flowers?
 
The meadow above the dragon of grief is lying upon the mirage longing for a helpless sea hiding behind the memory. 
I flutter scratching at my shaman scratching at a abandoned teacher!
 
I forget my explosion of peacefulness. 
Those lovely hordes drift, thunderously.
 
Helpless memories plot hopefully... 
In the world to come you are as comforting as my formless saints.
 
A skull of loneliness shrieks at the avenging Queen, agonizingly. 
And why do I ride their sister, thunderously?
 
Long, long ago he was chaotic , yet still in this world of ours he is sand-like. 
It seethes, lovingly!
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

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

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