gri_2003_m_46_b05_f05_010
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Transcribers
- WINNER - 68979012 - Berhel
- 69358353 - jesseytucker
- 69531037 - bbarlow2
- 69786044 - h_e_day
- 71221443 - the3esses
- 71425628 - not-logged-in-4b6dbf417eb3a46def31
WINNER - 68979012 - Berhel
BEDROOM(VII)
Scarred by glass or winter,
The soft boy near the icon,
Burrowed by names like water by bubbles,
Is, via image, one.
Well. It was midnight. June.
I came in. I didn't have to knock.
He was stretched on the bed,
Unshaven, window open, reading,
The lamp jumping with creatures.
The bottle leaks on the creased stair.
In this light it may be a head.
The caryatid inside me,
Spine-tree my head is bird's nest of,
Is stubborn, veinous, and ascetic.
But now, balcony-wise, find me.
Ankles level with my ears prove walls
Are walks. Beyond the humming barriers
More slide, are fresh, eye-shadow.
I was there all the time.
He undressed singing.
I'd know the words again.
69358353 - jesseytucker
BEDROOM(vii)
Scarred by glass or winter,
The soft boy near the icon,
Burrowed by names like water by bubbles,
Is, via image, one.
Well. It was midnight. June.
I came in. I didn't have to knock.
He was stretched on the bed,
Unshaven, window open, reading,
The lamp jumping with creatures.
The bottle leaks on the creased stair.
In this light it may be a head.
The caryatid inside me,
Spine-tree my head is bird's nest of,
Is stubborn, veinous, and ascetic.
But now, balcony-wise, find me.
Ankles level with my ears prove walls
Are walks. Beyond the humming barriers
More slide, are fresh, eye-shadow.
I was there all the time.
He undressed singing.
I'd know the words again.
69531037 - bbarlow2
Bedroom(vii)
Scarred by glass or winter,
The soft boy near the icon,
Burrowed by names like water by bubbles,
Is, via image, one.
Well. It was midnight. June.
I came in. I didn't have to knock.
He was stretched on the bed,
Unshaven, window open, reading,
The lamp jumping with creatures.
The bottle leaks on the creased stair.
In this light it may be a head.
The caryatid inside me,
Spine-tree my head is bird's nest of,
Is stubborn, veinous, and ascetic.
But now, balcony-wise, find me.
Ankles level with my ears prove walls
Are walks. Beyond the humming barriers
More slide, are fresh, eye-shadow.
I was there all the time.
He undressed singing.
I'd know the words again.
69786044 - h_e_day
BEDROOM(vii)
Scarred by glass or winter,
The soft boy near the icon,
Burrowed by names like water by bubbles,
Is, via image, one.
Well. It was midnight. June.
I came in. I didn't have to knock.
He was stretched on the bed,
Unshaven, window open, reading,
The lamp jumping with creatures.
The bottle leaks on the creased stair.
In this light it may be a head.
The caryatid inside me.
Spine-tree my head is bird's nest of,
Is stubborn, veinous, and ascetic.
But now, balcony-wise, find me.
Ankles level with my ears prove walls
Are walks. Beyond the humming barriers
More slide, are fresh, eye-shadow.
I was there all the time.
He undressed singing.
I'd know the words again.
71221443 - the3esses
BEDROOM(vii)
Scarred by glass or winter,
The soft boy near the icon,
Burrowed by names like water by bubbles,
Is, via image, one.
Well. It was midnight. June.
I came in. I didn't have to knock.
He was stretched on the bed,
Unshaven, window open, reading,
The lamp jumping with creatures.
The bottle leaks on the creased stair.
In this light it may be a head.
Te caryatid inside me,
Spine-tree my head is bird's nest of,
Is stubborn, veinous, and ascetic.
But now, balcony-wise, find me.
Ankles level with my ears prove walls
Are walks. Beyond the humming barriers
More slide, are fresh, eye-shadow.
I was there all the time.
He undressed singing.
I'd know the words again.
71425628 - not-logged-in-4b6dbf417eb3a46def31
(vii) BedroomScarred by glass or winter,
The soft boy near the icon,
Burrowed by names like water by bubbles,
Is, via image, one.
Well. It was midnight. June.
I came in. I didn't have to knock.
He was stretched on the bed,
Unshaven, window open, reading,
The lamp jumping with creatures.
The bottle leaks on the creased stair.
In this light it may be a head.
The caryatid inside me,
Spine-tree my head is bird's nest of,
Is stubborn, veinous, and ascetic.
But now, balcony-wise, find me.
Ankles level with my ears prove walls
Are walks. Beyond the humming barriers
More slide, are fresh, eye shadow.
I was there all the time.
He undressed singing.
I'd know the words again.