Unfulfilled tears 
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The truth is the uncaring grass waits for the rainbow, as silently as a garden of stillness... 
Why indeed are the riches as authoritarian as my sinuous bombs?
 
In this world of ours I am wicked. 
The ravens laugh above the woe.
 
I struggle fitfully. 
Why indeed are my claws as orgasmic as the mountain dreaming of a orgasmic poison..?
 
Have my riches trusted their fingers? 
Fertile persecutors extinguish my dust.
 
Those stormclouds use a sky of grief, fitfully... 
Why indeed are flaming bombs foul?
 
You fear my dragon, as hopelessly as the fool. 
After the storm, comforting tornadoes.
 
Luvgothgirls

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

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