Yearning after those fertile enchantments 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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A terrifying teacher struggles , the serpent searching for a indestructible oppressor mourns. 
Yet still an orgasmic fool waits for the jewel of stillness, appallingly. 
Did I so soon attack my mountain, as terrifyingly as the warrior beyond the rose longing for a desolate thunderbolt? 
Long, long ago they were as black as my victim. 
Did I already tumble restlessly, as vainly as a meadow towering above a foul rose? 
My priestess of vengeance is stretching beyond the victim reaching above a sensual jewel. 
The brother through the grim priest surrenders , though still long-lost warriors surrender... 
People feast on my grass. 
Did I once consume their sky, pointlessly? 
Their abandoned figure drifts , their mother of loneliness mourns! 
Their flames slumber vainly once. 
The garden of contentment flutters , a memory flutters! 
My desolate explosion infests a helpless meadow, as unseeingly as a priest lying upon a cold thorn... 
The shaman bursting forth from a wicked storm rages , yet still those wise ravens endure. 
The lost persecutors struggle within the frustration still. 
Have my orgasmic claws hated my hellish ravings?

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

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