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66970423 - ethomson
66999097 - k8mielke
WINNER - 67810810 - tinkapuppy
68288877 - _secunda
68367035 - Preacher357
68500427 - dixiechicken
68565057 - JanetCormack

66970423 - ethomson

Hotel de l'Avenir
Rue Gai-Lussac
Paris V
Monday
i
Lying on a double bed I write
A letter to Sylvia whose mouth
is lovelier than all the flowers
The wall paper uses as bait

ii
On Saturday afternoon I read Proust
On an iron chair in the Tuileries
Well I reflected Spring is here at last

iii
(A LOCKET) Taken of the heart
Heart-shaped bearing a head
Thus a portrait can resolve
The old imaginary war

iv
Now that islands and compasses and paddles
litter the width of the embrace between us
I enlist numerous fish
From the aquarium of poetry and send
To you with messages

like bottles from a shipwrecked poet they will come
up from the green lather and the pale horizon
A marine banquet
With very fin I would caress you and embrace
you until the octopus

v
In the sea-shell's pocket
On the unopened book
Memory guards
What can't escape

66999097 - k8mielke

Hotel de l'Snenin Rue Gai-Lussac Paris V. Monday. i Lying on a double bed I write A letter to Eyenio, whose mouth is lovlier than all flowers The wall paper uses as bait ii On saturday afternoon I read Proust On an iron chair in the Tuileries, well I reflected Sprint is here at last iii (A LOCKET) Token of the heart Heart-shaped heaving a head Thus a portrait can resolve The aed imaginary war iv Now That islands and compasses and paddles Litter the width of the embrace between us I enlist numerous bias From the aquarium of poetry and send To you until messages like battles from a shipwrecked poet they will come up from the green lather and the pale horizon A marine bouquet with every Jin I would carress you and embrace you until the octopus v In the sea-shell's pocket on the unopened book memory guards what can't escape

WINNER - 67810810 - tinkapuppy

Hotel de l'Anenis
Rue Gai-Lussoc
Paris V

Monday

i
Lying on a double bed I write
A letter to Sylvia whose mouth
Is lovelier than all the flowers
The wallpaper uses as bait

ii

On Saturday afternoon I read Proust
On an iron chair in the Tuileries
Well I reflected Spring is here at last

iii

(A LOCKET) Token of the heart
Heart-shaped bearing a bead
Thus a portrait can resolve
The old imaginary war

iv

Now that islands and compasses and paddles
Litter the width of the embrace between us
I enlist numerous fish
From the aquarium of poetry and send
To you with messages

Like battles from a shipwrecked past they will come
Up from the green lather and the pale horizon
A marine bouquet
With every fin I would caress you and embrace
You with the octopus

v

In the seashell's pocket
On the unopened book
Memory guards
What can't escape

68288877 - _secunda

Motel de l'Anenis
Rue gai-Lussac
Paris V.

Monday.

i
Lying on a double bed I write
A letter to Sylvia, whose mouth
Is lovelier than all the flowers
The wall paper uses as bait

ii
On saturday afternoon I read Proust
On an iron chair in the Tuileries
Well I reflected Spring is here at last

iii
(A Locket)
Token of the heart
Heart-shaped hearing a head thus a portrait can resolve
The aed imaginary war.

iv
Now that islands and compasses and paddles
litter the width of the embrace between us
I enlist numerous fish
From the aquarium of poetry and send
To you with messages

like battles from a shipwrecked past they will come
up from the green lathes and the pale parison
A marine bouquet
With every fin I would carry you and embrace you with the octopus

V
In the sea-shell's pocket
Or the unopened book
Memory guards
What can't escape

68367035 - Preacher357

Hotel de l'snenis Rue gai-Lussoc Paris V. Monday.

i
Lying on a double bed I write
A letter to Sylvia whose mouth
Is lovlier than all the flowers
The wall paper uses at bait

ii
On Saturday afternoon I read Proust
On an iron chair in the Tuileries
Well I reflected Spring is here at last

iii
(A LOCKET) Taken of the heart
Heart-shaped hearing a head
Thus a portrait can resolve
The old imaginary war

iv
Now that islands and compasses and paddles
Cities the width of the embrace between us
I enlist numerous fish
From the aquarium of poetry and send
To you with messages

Like bottles from a shipwrecked poet they will come
Up from the green lathes and the pale horizon
A marine bouquet
WIth every fin I would carress you and embrace
You with the octupus

v
In the sea-shells pocket
On the unopened book
Memory guards
What can't escape

68500427 - dixiechicken

Hotel de l'Aremis
Rue Gay-Lussac
Paris V
Monday
i.
Lying on a double bed I write
A letter to Sylvia whose mouth
Is lovelier than all the flowers
The wall paper uses as bait.
ii.
On Saturday afternoon I read Proust
On an iron chair in the Tuilleries
Well I reflected spring is here at last.
iii.
(A LOCKET)
Token of the heart
Heart-shaped bearing a head
Thus a portrait can resolve
The imaginary war.
iv.
Now that islands and compasses and paddles
litter the width of the embrace between us
I enlist numerous fish
From the aquarium of poetry and send
To you with messages

like bottles from a shipwrecked past they will come
Up from the green lather and the pale horizon
A marine bouquet
With every fin I would caress you and embrace
you with the octopus.

v.
In the sea-shell's pocket
On the unopened book
Memory guards
What can't escape.

68565057 - JanetCormack

Hotel de l'Avenis
Rue Gai-Lussoc
Paris V.
Monday
i
Lying on a double bed I write
A letter to Sylvia whose mouth
Is lovelier than all the flowers
The wall paper uses as bait
ii
On Saturday afternoon Marcel Proust
On an iron chair in the Tuileries
Well I reflected Spring is here at last
iii
(A LOCKET) Token of the heart
Heart-shaped hearing a head
This a portrait can resolve
The old imaginary war
iv
Not that islands and compasses and paddles
Litter the width of the embrace between us
I enlist numerous fish
From the aquarium of poetry and send
To you with messages

Like bottles from a ship-wrecked past they will come
Up from the green later and the pale horizon
A marine bouquet
With every fin I would carress and embrace
You with the octopus
v
In the sea-shell's pocket
Or the unopened book
Memory guards
What can't escape

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