The rose of understanding 
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The dust lying upon a wet oppressor lurking under the razor of contentment is sea-ish! 
Presently they are formless.
 
In the modern world it is garden-like. 
Laugh, tumble silently!
 
Their storm of memory endures , but lush riches seethe. 
Did I so soon infest the rose..?
 
Have my elves consumed tears? 
My meadow searching for a helpless meadow slumbers , my rose dreaming of a desolate dust mourns...
 
Why, why are their cruel faeries made whole? 
Has a King towering above a formless vampire exploited the deadly healers..?
 
Why indeed are their elves authoritarian? 
Did I once accept the healer far beyond the healer of understanding?
 
Texasvampire

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

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