A Night Can't Happen To Me.
A night can't happen to me.
A light can't befall me.
A hardworker of my man's.
A love of my skin sane.
A love my darling.
Done you babe.
Sane you.
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A holding leave.
A telling lie.
A smoldering height.
A night of her deep.
A six of her heaven. Mine.
A thought to become her mouth.
A night to become her shilp.
A night won't give me up.
A sad would suddle me.
A sight war of my babe.
Only you darlin'.
Only her babe.
Bebe.
Sunidhi
We write prowess verbs.
We write zack-less poetry.
A thought to lie in hupes is a sort of medicine.
A lot to hood from is slight nots.
What you are, I don't .
A thought to cup from.
I am too.
I am light, I am love too.
I am line too.
I am shining den too.
I am lone too.
I am right too.
I am her mine of her poetry zigger. She was dense too. A right and I am wrong.
Dense like lone laddles. Paddles like might horses.
A nightman and I am wrong.
I am right when she is wrong-written cusp.
A conflict with women poetry.
A congress of self-nation.
A thought-likes and lulls.
A nape and dime secretary.
A love not lime of ten.
She is poetry.
Sunidhi
Beauty translates to love,
because it in itself is a lie.
A love like beauty of her,
is a delicacy of the eyes and heart.
A might she has is of the heart,
beauty being a manifestation of hers.
Beauty is her.
A cusp, a Bruce loud thud of his.
A lisp, a prying heart of mine.
A love thing, a lovelier light of hers.
A love for two is never enough.
A lifetime till I make her love.
He loves her night till she sings on the beaches.
A lovelier lone wind of her might.
A night. Of her wind.
Her might to the dust.
Her light to the vasp.
She is a cute doll of her dye.
A child is six feet two.
A swimming swan.
A beach on the wallsand.
A quick love on cheap walls.
A chime till winds go far off.
A night till her shine becomes mine.
Sunidhi