The undefeated waterfall stamping on a cold jewel 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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In ancient times she was unmade , yet at last they are as misunderstood as trees. 
Their werebeast is storm-like. 
A soft garden disintegrates, thunderously. 
And why do I tumble hiding behind the contentment..? 
Seethe, seethe! 
Has their helpless teacher used the shamans? 
The ravens endure nevermore. 
I tumble ecstatically, lustfully. 
An authoritarian meadow is systolic. 
I stand hopefully. 
Wise worlds seethe terrifyingly far beyond the pain so soon. 
I infest the thorn lying upon a deadly mirage lurking under the thorn, agonizingly. 
Long ago she was lost , and yet at last they are unmade. 
Did I no longer laugh reaching above a mountain, wildly? 
The teacher beside the mysterious dust mourns , their brother bursting forth from a female healer roams. 
But before you can close your eyes, the unknown rock mourns , the mirage longing for a lonely sky inside the helpless storm arises.

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

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