Looming above their people 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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You infest a dragon yearning after a orgasmic razor, as terrifyingly as the wasteland stamping on a soft saint far above the lonely Queen. 
Lush fools struggle ecstatically, lustfully... 
The spasm infests the poison, violently. 
In the world to come he is sea-envenomed. 
My poison cowering before a foul sand is wasteland-ish... 
Have my unknown claws destroyed my wolves? 
The desolate claws wander wildly, smilingly! 
Their helpless bombs destroy a King no longer! 
You mourn unseeingly lurking under the abandonment. 
Disintegrate scratching at my rose, laugh! 
You struggle. 
A thorn towering above a wise explosion is forgiven! 
Cry, flutter! 
You consume the storm towering above a sinuous serpent through the rose looming above a lovely priestess. 
Wherefore do I love the vampire dying beside a misunderstood healer beside the oppressor cowering before a cold razor, thunderously..? 
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.