Previous document

Next document

gri_2003_m_46_b05_f09_031

Transcribers

  1. 71121835 - Preacher357
  2. 71298782 - k.h.pot
  3. 71492781 - the3esses
  4. WINNER - 71853203 - ChaoticK
  5. 72043922 - ethomson
  6. 72730796 - Eloquens
  7. 72762352 - altheist

71121835 - Preacher357

c2 1941 (I)
Nostalgia, as for center lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
Of the town or shapeless sea,
Governed my early step, and pressed
A curfew on the door.

Synonymous for age were mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& the stone of home I sucked
Resisted weather like a butte
Whose shadow spanned the floor.

Regret & silence ruled my state
Like sand that infiltrates a house
As if it were on hourglass,
A sign of squalour and Fate,
The drying .

Now I can analyse or quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a torch.
Have I really changed my coat
As the calendar its law?

71298782 - k.h.pot

C2 1941
(I)
Nostalgia, as for centuries lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
of the town or shapeless sea,
Governed my early step, and pressed
a curfew on the door.
Synonyms for age were mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& the stone of home I sucked
Resisted weather like a butte
whose shadow spanned the floor.
Regres & silence ruled by state
like sand that infiltrates a house
As if it were an hourglass,
A sign of squalour and fate,
The drying Fractides.
Now I can analyze or quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a torch.
Have I really changed my coat
As the calendar its law?

71492781 - the3esses

C2 1941
(I)
Nostalgia, as for centres lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
Of the town or shapeless sea,
Governed by early step, and pressed
A curfew on the door.

Synonyms for age were mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& the stone of bone I sucked
Resisted weather like a butte
Whose shadow spanned the floor.

Regret & silence ruled my state
like sand that infiltrate a house
As if it were an hourglass,
A sign of squalour and fate,
The drying Fructides.


Now I can analyse or quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a touch.
/have I really charged my coat
As the calendar its law?

WINNER - 71853203 - ChaoticK

C2 1941 (I)
Nostalgia, as for centres lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
Of the town or shapeless sea,
Governed my early step, and pressed
A curfew on the door.

Synonyms for age were mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& the stove of home I sucked
Resisted weather like a butte
whose shadow spanned the floor.

Regret a silence ruled my state
like sand that infiltrates a house
As if it were an hourglass,
A sign of squalour and fate,
The drying Fructides.

Now I can analyse or quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a torch.
Have I really changed my coat
As the calendar it's law?

72043922 - ethomson

ca 1941 (I)
Nostalgia, as for centres lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
of the town or shapeless sea,
Governed my early step, and pressed
A curfew on the door.

Synonyms for age were mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& the stone of home I sucked
resisted weather like a butte
whose shadow spanned the floor.

Regret & silence ruled my state
like sand that infiltrates a house
As if it were an hourglass,
A sign of squalour and fate,
The drying Fructidor.

Now I can analyse or quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a torch.
Have I really changed my coat
As the calendar its law?

72730796 - Eloquens

c2 1941

(I)

Nostalgia, as for centre lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
Of the town or shapeless sea,
Lowered my early step, and pressed
A curfew on the door.

Synonyms for age were mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& the stone of home I sucked
Resisted weather like a butte
whose shadow spanned the floor.

Regret & silence ruled my state
Like sand that infiltrates a house
As if it were an hourglass,
A sign of squalor and fate,
The drying Fuectides.

Now I can analyse or quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a torch.
Have I really changed my coat
As the calendar its law?

72762352 - altheist

C2 1941

Nostalgia, as for center lost
Somewhere in asymmetry
Of the town or shapeless sea,
Governed my early step, and pressed
A curfew on the door.

Synonyms for an age mere mute
In the hooves of darkened luck
& The stone of home I sucked
Resisted weather like a butte
Whose shadow spanned the floor.

Regret & silence ruled my state
Like sand that infiltrated a house
As if it were an hourglass,
A sign of squalor and fate,
The drying Fructider

Now I can analyse our quote
The adolescent on the porch
Using human hair as a torch.
Have I really changed my coat
As the calendar its law?

Previous document

Next document