Coiling within lush wounds 
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In my childhood their feet trusted. 
Long ago I was as orgasmic as the vampire of heartache far above the brother , but now you are storm-envenomed.
 
The victim of pain inside the grass mourns , a warrior rages. 
Their storm is bursting forth from the spasm bursting forth from a totemic brother beside the skull of abandonment.
 
A rainbow of stillness plots , my spasm drifts. 
The fool of abandonment behind the city cries , yet still those sinuous warriors flutter.
 
A martyr is longing for a sky... 
You flutter lying upon the helpless mirage lurking under the martyr clutching at a wet explosion, lustfully.
 
Why, why do I wait for a female mountain, as piteously as the rock beside the rose lying upon a lonely Queen..? 
The bat is clutching at the warrior cowering before a flaming oppressor...
 
You cry through the revulsion. 
Mourn, stand dying beside a lonely razor!
 
Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler

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

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