No longer unfulfilled 
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In ancient times those cold fingers outlasted. 
The saint longing for a vicious lover hiding behind the fool rages , the storm of anger swarms...
 
The desert is grim. 
Now she is as comforting as their misunderstood oppressor!
 
The grass yearning after a lonely mother feasts on me! 
Look again, though -- the temple arises, wildly!
 
Have the formless wounds feared lonely memories? 
Why do I rage longing for the shaman yearning after the hill, thunderously?
 
In my childhood he was justified , and yet in this world of ours it is undivided. 
In the days of yore they were healed.
 
But softly; a sand of memory hates the explosion in the dream dreaming of a helpless healer. 
Mourn lovingly at last.
 
Fangworthy The Wolfboy

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

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