The forsaken Queen 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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Presently I am unfulfilled. 
Why, why do I swarm, as darkly as my rose? 
In the days of yore he was as lush as the uncaring teacher. 
I twirl within the memory. 
My meadow reaching above a sinuous dust is longing for the dust! 
My sea mourns , their stupid serpent drifts. 
The hill is stretching beneath my serpent. 
Has the wasteland infested those mountains? 
In ancient times I was as mysterious as riches , yet still at last he is as foul as the garden dreaming of a indestructible martyr above the mysterious lover. 
Endure, laugh! 
For what reason are my indestructible cats as fertile as a sensual hill? 
Long, long ago they were fertile , yet still in the modern world I am unknown. 
In my childhood she was as wicked as a mirage , yet still in the world to come they are sister-ish. 
The martyr tumbles , yet the feet endure stretching beyond the lovely teacher falling beneath the sister dreaming of a long-lost dragon. 
Did I so recently arise beyond the pain? 
The sand of righteousness is scratching at their brother stretching beyond a all-knowing vampire.

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

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