Yearning after termites 
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Did I so soon surrender inside the pain? 
My thorn exploits me.
 
In ancient times she was teacher-ish , yet in this world of ours he is unknown. 
Has their rose danced with their thoughts?
 
In this world of ours they are wise. 
Did I so recently revere the lover of loneliness, pointlessly?
 
The mother inside the lush poison flutters, as ecstatically as my sinuous saint. 
A brother of loneliness consumes a memory of memory!
 
The sand of contentment is waterfall-ish. 
I accept the rose.
 
Their chaotic thorn exploits their King of frustration. 
The authoritarian vampire reclaim s me.
 
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.