gri_2003_m_46_b05_f25_007
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- 68843367 - _secunda
- 69003834 - Chris5420
- WINNER - 69367882 - Sabine_Tuck
- 69406109 - not-logged-in-9c40c0a30694c71a3e4d
- 69454375 - Merlotmateus
- 69702529 - Frosty1
68843367 - _secunda
threeHow many naked sunbathers whispering
Excitedly behind their yellow sunshades,
Fabulous as material of a dream,
Tongues nestling on moist lips, do not vanish
When a deluge ravishes the boards?
Too tired, this time: the aching muscles slide
Down the chute of sleep and bells ring
With clappers of roses and I leave
All murderous encounters to the night.
Now I am equal with the helpless dead.
Fans with fingers quiver on verandas
In the dying days and longing nights.
Did a girl die in the bath of evening?
Was there a manic dancer lost forever
Who would have spun around the room on one toe?
Did these soft scissors end a tailor's life?
Did the tape-measure contract in his hands?
Did the mirror crumble like flowers?
Delay my poet...
The broken pearls
Lead like a trail of fish's spawn in into the dark.
august meml
69003834 - Chris5420
threeHow many naked sunbathers whispering
Excitedly behind their yellow sunshades,
Fabulous as material of a dream,
Tongues nestling on moist lips, do not vanish
When a deluge ravishes the boards?
Too tired, this time: rhe aching muscles slide
Down the chute of sleep and bells ring
With clappers of roses and I leave
All murderous encounters to the night.
Now I am equal with the helpless dead.
Fans with fingers quiver on verandahs
In the dying days and longing nights.
Did a girl die in the bath of evening?
Was there a manic dancer lost forever
Who would have spun around the roomon one toe?
Did these soft scissors end a tailor's life?
Did the tape-measure contract in his hands?
Did the mirror crumble like flowers?
Delay my poet...
The broken pearls
Lead like a trail of fish's spawn into the dark.
august mcml
WINNER - 69367882 - Sabine_Tuck
threeHow many naked sunbathers whispering
Excitedly behind their yellow sunshades,
Fabulous as material of a dream,
Tongues nestling on moist lips, do not vanish
When a deluge ravishes the boards?
Too tired, this time: the aching muscles slide
Down the chute of sleep and bells ring
With clappers of roses and I leave
All murderous encounters to the night.
Now I am equal with the helpless dead.
Fans with fingers quiver on verandahs
In the dying days and longing nights.
Did a girl die in the bath of evening?
Was there a manic dancer lost forever
Who would have spun around the room on one toe?
Did these soft scissors end a tailor's life?
Did the tape-measure contract in his hands?
Did the mirror crumble like flowers?
Delay my poet...
The broken pearls
Lead like a trail of fish's spawn into the dark.
august mcml
69406109 - not-logged-in-9c40c0a30694c71a3e4d
threeHow many naked sunbathers whispering
Excitedly behind their yellow sunshades,
Fabulous as material of a dream,
Tongues nestling on moist lips, do not vanish
When a deluge ravishes the boards?
Too tired, this time: the aching muscles slide
Down the chute of sleep and bells ring
With clappers of roses and I leave
All murderous encounters to the night
Now I am equal with the helpless dead.
Fans with fingers quiver on verandahs
In the dying days and longing nights.
Did a girl die in the bath of evening?
Was there a manic dancer lost forever
Who would have spun around the room on one toe?
Did these soft scissors end a tailor's life?
Did the tape-measure contract in his hands?
Did the mirror crumble like flowers?
Delay my poet...
The broken pearls
Lead like a trail of fish's spawn into the dark.
august mcml
69454375 - Merlotmateus
threeHow many naked sunbathers whispering
Excitedly behind their yellow sunshades,
Fabulous as material of a dream,
Tongues nestling on moist lips, do not vanish
When a deluge ravishes the boards?
Too tired, this time: the aching muscles slide
Down the chute of sleep and bells ring
With clappers of roses and I leave
All murderous encounters to the night.
Now I am equal with the helpless dead.
Fans with fingers quiver on verandahs
In the dying days and longing nights.
Did a girl die in the bath of evening?
Was there a manic dancer lost forever
Who would have spun around the room on one toe?
Did these soft scissors end a tailor's life?
Did the tape-measure contract in this hands?
Did the mirror crumble like flowers?
Delay my poet...
The broken pearls
Lead like a trail of fish's spawn into the dark.
august mcml
69702529 - Frosty1
threeHow many naked sunbathers whispering
Excitedly behind their yellow sunshades,
Fabulous as material of a dream,
Tongues nestling on moist lips, do not vanish
When a deluge ravishes the boards?
Too tired, this time : the aching muscles slide
Down the chute of sleep and bells ring
With clappers of roses and I leave
All murderous encounters to the night.
Now I am equal with the helpless dead.
Fans with fingers quiver on verandahs
In the dying days and longing nights.
Did a girl die in the bath of evening?
Was there a manic dancer lost forever
Who would have spun around the room on one toe?
Did these soft scissors end a tailor's life?
Did the tape-measure contract in his hands?
Did the mirror crumble like flowers?
Delay my poet...
The broken pearls
Lead like a trail of fish's spawn into the dark.
august mcml