gri_2003_m_46_b05_f25_010
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- 68728835 - ALBECA
- WINNER - 68787251 - not-logged-in-31a2d3d65d82c431c64e
- 68809657 - not-logged-in-65bf8d2525153fa789b9
- 69128305 - jesseytucker
- 69246365 - Preacher357
- 69267883 - not-logged-in-c524649f36a944b34ee0
68728835 - ALBECA
threeOn the parallel bars of a kiss
Lovers are foreign to claims of gravity:
The visa of their lips, the hair of wings.
Love, your pelvis has a lyre's shape.
Give me the eye and vanish my disquiet.
Is that a bridge on the left? I'll buy it..
There is the table where the statues are,
like lamp, and mermaid jug, and numbered book.
The fruit makes canyons in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick with mounting sleepers
Shadowed by exquisite corridors
Of vines and the sun-handled orchards.
Palm of the hand, Tuscan cherries in it.
Be with me in this concord when the glow worm
Is lost but lost in light in which we draw
The sun's fullface from the moor's profile.
This is the world where the lamps implore
The shadows to return the stolen lamps.
This is the world in which I veer between
The vertigo and beauty of desire.
august meml
WINNER - 68787251 - not-logged-in-31a2d3d65d82c431c64e
threeOn the parallel bars of a kiss
Lovers are foreign to claims of gravity;
The visa of their lips, the hair of wings.
Love, your pelvis has a lyre's shape.
Give me the eye and vanish my disquiet.
Is that a bridge on the left? I'll buy it ...
There is the table where the statues are,
Like lamp, and mermaid jug, and numbered book.
The fruit makes canyons in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick with mounting sleepers
Shadowed by exquisite corridors
Of vines and the sun-handled orchards.
Palm of the hand, Tuscan cherries in it.
Be with me in this concord when the glow worm
Is lost but lost in light in which we draw
The sun's fullface from the moon's profile.
This is the world where the lamps implore
The shadows to return the stolen lamps.
This is the world in which I veer between
The vertigo and beauty of desire.
august mcml
68809657 - not-logged-in-65bf8d2525153fa789b9
threeOn the parallel bars of a kiss
Lovers are foreign to claims of gravity;
The visa of their lips, the hair of wings.
Love, your pelvis has a lyre's shape.
Give me the eye and vanish my disquiet.
Is that a bridge on the left? I'll buy it..
There is the table where the statues are,
Like lamp, and mermaid jug, and numbered book.
The fruit makes canyons in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick with mounting sleepers
Shadowed by exquisite corridors
Of vines and the sun-handled orchards
Palm of the hand, Tuscan cherries in it.
Be with me in this concord when te glow worm
Is lost but lost in the light in wich we draw
The sun fullface from the moor's profile.
This is the world where the lamps implore
The shadows to return the stolen lamps.
This is the world in wich I veer between
The vertigo and beauty of desire.
august mcml
69128305 - jesseytucker
threeOn the parallel bars of a kiss
Lovers are foreign to claims of gravity:
The visa of their lips, the hair of wings.
Love, your pelvis has a lyre's shape.
Give me the eye and vanish my disquiet.
Is that a bridge on the left? I'll buy it..
There is the table where the statues are,
Like lamp, and mermaid jug, and numbered book.
The fruit makes canyons in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick with mounting sleepers
Shadowed by exquisite corridors
Of vines and the sun-handled orchards.
Palm of the hand, Tuscan cherries in it.
Be with me in this concord when the glow worm
Is lost but lost in light in which we draw
The sun's fullface from the moor's profile.
This is the world where the lamps implore
The shadows to return the stolen lamps.
This is the world in which I year between
The vertigo and beauty of desire.
august mcml
69246365 - Preacher357
threeOn the parallel bars of a kiss
Lovers are foreign to claims of gravity;
The visa of their lips, the hair of wings.
Love, your pelvis has a lyre's shape.
Give me the eye and vanish my disquiet.
Is that a bridge on the left? I'll but it..
There is the table where the statues are,
Like lamp, and mermaid jug, and numbered book.
The fruit makes canyons in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick with mounting sleepers
Shodowed by exquisite corridors
Of vines and the sun-handled orchards.
Palm of the hand, Tuscan cherries in it.
Be with me in this concord when the glow worm
Is lost but lost in light in which we draw
The sun's fullface from the moon's profile.
This is the world where the lamps implore
The shadows to return the stolen lamps.
This is the world in which I veer between
The vertigo and beauty of desire.
august mcml
69267883 - not-logged-in-c524649f36a944b34ee0
threeOn the parallel bats of a kiss
Lovers are foreign to claims of gravity:
The visa of their lips, the hair of wings.
Love, youe pelvis has a lyre's shape.
Give me the eye and vanish my disquiet.
Is that a bridge on the left? i'll buy it..
There is the table where the statues are,
Like lamp, and mermaid jug, and numbered book.
The fruit makes canyons in the dawn
Whose slopes are thick with mounting sleepers
Shadowed by exquisite corridors
Of vines and the sun-handled orcherds
Palm of the hand, Tuscan cherries in it.
Be with me in this concord when the glow worm
Is lost bust lost in light in which we draw
The sun's fullface from the moon's profile.
This is the world where the lamps implore
The shadows to return the stolen lamps.
This is the world in which I veer between
The vertigo and beauty of desire.
august moml