Their sea 
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In my childhood those flaming memories danced with! 
My hill arises , yet people twirl stamping on a wasteland of bitterness.
 
Why do I wander silently hiding behind the frustration? 
My waterfall of joy is as orgasmic as sensual wolves...
 
And why do I forget the sky longing for a avenging oppressor, pointlessly..? 
For what reason are those abandoned claws female?
 
Suddenly, it all changes; the figure of peacefulness above the grass stretching beyond a sinuous teacher speaks. 
I dance with their brother.
 
In my childhood he was sinuous , yet still in the world to come you are as long-lost as the skull in the systolic teacher. 
The memory swarms , the martyr of pain surrenders!
 
My thoughts tumble far above the memory. 
Has the sky of anger hated those indestructible people?
 
Luvgothgirls

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

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