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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A way with words is a way to lie.
A wilting flower is only a pry.
A writing dame is a sight slight.
A writing musk is her bane.
A diet plan is her move and only her bane.
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
A ridge tells his story. He is her to the tomb sitting .
He weaves me like her sap. His lie is her due satiate.
He rests on me his movie. A soap is a seeker of his mid.
He loops in me a sand. A light is seeker sane.
He dies in me a God.A God is a lonelier world.
A might Devil in his.He aights a love leaper moon of soil.
A lie of his tell. He sows a rope amount of his hedge in her.
A dot. A dot. To tell. He heaves tell.
A lie tell. A hoop. A moon.He holds sight.
A heaven of her only moon. He grapples moon.
She was loved and his breath seemed fun.
He was God of her poet. His God drinks his doll.
Overpowering is a lie as he satiates. His might loves his. A lovingly tells his.
He soaps. He writes over her a moon. A teller.
A tell. A tide. A tomb. A mine. A hectic.A God of his own great.
He loves. He lones. He sights. He sees. He draws.
Sunidhi
She yells in his ear bite. A marred hem on his nite.
His loves hear not his dime might. A dealing drops in his hem chair of her bale.
He sees love as a jealous girl whose earring fell.
A lover loves not but smites and bites till den.
A dweeling is a love rolling in his house of her.
He is a coat dealing dime not her mouse.
Her love dies in his hem darkly in the July seduces june over again. A ceiling shatters like my device.
A month is her captcha love bite into sent loom light. A power. And a glory is me.
A height conquers a moon-night into my lie of her abuse. He sparks a speak through me.
Sunidhi
A love sucker.
A hickey donor.
A play of his life.
A God and a human.
A doom-teller.
A Lord setter.
A lie shuckle.
A hiss problem.
A man.
Sunidhi