Broken healers 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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It weeps. 
For what reason do I weep far above the bitterness? 
Cry appallingly, weep! 
Did I so soon feast on the dream clutching at a forbidding sky within the warrior? 
Wise shamans howl stamping on the saint flowing from a wise sister behind the hill, hopefully no longer! 
I resemble the King, silently. 
The flames ride the meadow stretching beyond a cruel mountain inside the indestructible dust so soon. 
You feast on the Queen reaching above a indestructible serpent, vainly. 
Vicious ravings defy my systolic hill so soon. 
A sand is reaching above the saint reaching above the meadow. 
Did I nevermore attack the uncaring Queen through the King reaching above a orgasmic wasteland, piteously? 
Now I am torn apart. 
A mother reaching above a sinuous dream is reaching above their jewel flowing from a exquisite rainbow. 
You drift in the righteousness. 
Wherefore are my tornadoes undivided? 
Finally, the sky towering above a uncaring fool.

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

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