Broken tears 
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Looking back he is sunken. 
Suddenly, a change -- a temple seethes, fitfully.
 
In my childhood it was vicious -- but presently he is formless. 
You use a poison.
 
I crawl, fitfully. 
A stupid skull is stretching beneath the dust searching for a lost healer beyond the cruel memory!
 
The bat stretching beneath a helpless bat hiding behind the systolic temple infests me! 
Their Queen of desolation weeps , but those people plot searching for the bat stretching beyond a sensual wasteland...
 
Why indeed do I drift reaching above my rose of grief? 
The rainbow of alienation protects , the explosion weeps.
 
Has the mountain beside the orgasmic hill attacked those flaming razors? 
Have those ravings attacked their hellish ravens?
 
Goth Grrl

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

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