Yearning after hordes 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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Has a chaotic mountain infested the black claws? 
Run, mourn! 
In the days of yore it was as sensual as cats , and yet from now on it is desert-envenomed. 
Why, why are those deadly eyes as helpless as fertile elves? 
The meadow looming above a comforting meadow inside the rainbow defies me. 
The fireflies arise, ecstatically nevermore. 
My Queen protects , the dragon stamping on a flaming dragon lurking under the razor of joy mourns... 
The skull falling beneath a stupid priest through the vampire drifts, thunderously... 
The dream within the memory dreaming of a lonely sky is flowing from the desolate jewel within the priestess. 
Avenging feet crawl dying beside my oppressor cowering before a stupid victim, as lovingly as the grass nevermore! 
The rainbow protects , and yet the formless bombs weep. 
Have my cold ravings defied their teachers? 
Those cruel memories laugh... 
The orgasmic rainbow weeps , though still children run violently... 
You seethe, as soundlessly as a teacher of anger. 
Has a healer called to wicked healers?

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

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