Broken wounds 
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In elder times I was broken. 
Their mirage struggles , yet the lost healers endure.
 
The healer of grief behind the hostile memory is searching for the sea of alienation. 
But somehow their victim scratching at a lost fool tumbles.
 
You slumber silently beside the heartache. 
In a flash it changes: a figure of memory destroys a serpent.
 
A dragon rages , and yet the wings disintegrate appallingly! 
Their mountains swarm lustfully beside the woe!
 
Raindrops disintegrate, restlessly. 
Yet still their mirage infests a priestess, thunderously.
 
Have their bombs infested the familiar flowers? 
Plot, flutter!
 
Luvgothgirls

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

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