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A Holding Leave.

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

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10 months ago

An undying poem.

An undulating sand burn.

A mice-lone. A glad heart-bleak.

A lover-life. John Wayne paradise.

A moon-swept up cool. A moon-love.

A moon. A glad-to be.

A sorted-up lie.A need to see and test.

A so-sweet lie. A God and a sampling.

A mystery. A mystery.

Sunidhi


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10 months ago

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


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10 months ago

A love in her sadness.

An obese love is a making of deep.

A love darling, darling of her mane.

A sight darling,don't you dare babe.

A fight for her love is only her tell.

Her love is like a lover trope altogether.

Her fist is like a loop of light years ahead.

Her beauty is a bane to existing deity sights.

A babe of her love, only her babe. A lover.

A loned love like her mane. A light love like her lie.

A mouth of hers only to taste. Only her babe.

Only you babe. Only her. Babe. She is.

Sunidhi


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10 months ago

A lie telling girl was my need.

A heap of my tired girl reaches a sand.

A toll of hers only. A hedger cat.

A tont. A tummy belly cat.

A silk dolled work.

A night of his neep.

A night of his dye.

A light of his mop.

A right so wrong and left.

Her mother's lone.

Sunidhi


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