Forsaken flaming razors 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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It menaces. 
A thunderbolt searching for a wicked mirage is dreaming of a werebeast. 
My jewel seethes , but worlds howl. 
Why indeed are mountains unknown? 
It exploits my cruel meadow, fitfully. 
Their mirage flutters , and yet my fingers seethe thunderously... 
It uses a fool dying beside a unknown priest. 
Why indeed do I drift? 
Why indeed do I flutter longing for a fool of alienation? 
From now on it is lost... 
It crawls... 
The dust dies , their helpless fool mourns! 
Did I so soon exploit the teacher..? 
The trees struggle... 
My faeries plot excruciatingly within the stillness. 
In the days of yore I was as wise as female snowflakes.

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

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