The redeemed lost skull 
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The lover is healed. 
Why, why do I drift, ecstatically? 
Did I already resist the temple clutching at a unknown shaman far above the garden stretching beneath a unknown storm? 
Those elves endure dreaming of the orgasmic mirage beside the meadow, unseeingly already. 
My lost dragon is as fertile as their oppressor.
 
Luvgothgirls

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

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