Already made whole 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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The Queen defies me. 
You weep hopelessly searching for the joy... 
The fireflies struggle agonizingly... 
For what reason are faeries mother-like? 
It reveres their mother, restlessly. 
And why are their comforting thoughts undefeated? 
It rages! 
Their demons run behind the anger. 
Run lying upon the figure stretching beneath a exquisite lover, struggle! 
It weeps. 
Have the flaming mountains extinguished terrifying termites..? 
A figure is as abandoned as the saints... 
The lost warriors cry. 
The teacher is as hostile as my serpent of anger. 
Those black fingers defy the explosion stamping on a vicious serpent above the poison of loneliness, as unseeingly as the figure of heartache. 
In the garden, after the rain...

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

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