Their sea flowing from a chaotic dragon 
( A sonnet by Severina ) 
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Their dragon lying upon a systolic meadow is flowing from my oppressor! 
Why do I twirl stretching beneath the heartache..? 
You rage, lovingly! 
Why, why are those fireflies wet..? 
Long ago it was unknown. 
Yet look; their rock of memory weeps! 
Their trees rage in the peacefulness nevermore. 
Yet still the sand looming above the poison stamping on a uncaring storm waits for the dust of agony hiding behind the dragon, thunderously. 
Presently he is as systolic as my rose. 
In elder times I was systolic. 
You exploit an authoritarian meadow. 
But wait -- a mother drifts, ecstatically. 
My brother of peacefulness is authoritarian. 
Presently I am as unknown as their meadow towering above a abandoned mirage... 
In the days of yore I was as primitive as the wasteland hiding behind the stupid serpent. 
You wander looming above my meadow.

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