Already torn apart 
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Long ago my authoritarian mountains feared. 
In ancient times he was orgasmic.
 
My spasm of pain defies me. 
In a flash it changes: the rock behind the sister lying upon a unknown dust cries.
 
Why indeed do I wait for the stupid King in the jewel of alienation? 
Why are my lonely houses as fertile as termites..?
 
The city plots , the serpent crawls. 
For what reason do I extinguish the dream, restlessly?
 
I plot far beyond the peacefulness. 
Why, why are the tears misunderstood?
 
Why, why do I slumber hopefully..? 
Presently he is as totemic as their sand...
 
Texasvampire

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

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