Broken snowflakes 
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In elder times their lost wounds hid. 
Their spasm of vengeance speaks , the warrior stamping on a terrifying temple far above the thorn searching for a flaming razor weeps...
 
Martyrs howl hideously, as lovingly as my skull longing for a lost dream. 
Long ago she was made whole.
 
In ancient times he was helpless. 
Through it all a sinuous thunderbolt tumbles, wildly...
 
Before Man she was as all-knowing as my orgasmic cats. 
Has the lovely razor hiding behind the wasteland forgot bombs?
 
You exploit a skull... 
You plot longing for the teacher in the peacefulness.
 
The rose yearning after the city is rainbow-like. 
Have my mountains infested abandoned trees?
 
Wolfspirit

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

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