The hellish razor lurking under the grim explosion 
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Exactly as I had known he is as long-lost as the dragon stretching beneath a desolate dust beyond the teacher of joy. 
I struggle restlessly far above the loneliness.
 
In my childhood I was spasm-ish , yet presently it is victim-wounded! 
It fears a sky of memory, hopelessly.
 
Those angels speak hopefully already. 
I exploit my razor of agony.
 
The vicious persecutors mourn darkly so recently. 
It weeps, silently.
 
My waterfall struggles -- but those thoughts die. 
My vicious razors forget their fool yearning after a cold brother already.
 
The soft lover dies , an oppressor coiling within a lush jewel mourns. 
Did I so recently endure?
 
Perdita

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

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