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 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.
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
A hears of queen.
A ledge of heath.
A mar of cone.
A lie of tell.
A told of heaven.
A Lord of night.
A night.
A leave.
A leaf.
A tight leg in my noon.
A might dune in her kissing rain and kids.
She seduces her fist or ink till we knew not hem or bite.
A light if her hemp wrote he out of her heart.
Her love becomes a beating edged famine.
Etched like her steep. Eat lies like her mine.
Her night of her fright knows manners or lie.
A beak telling me to die. A lie healing me to hemp.
A sight telling me to study. A first love begins.
Sunidhi
A mirror's some piece.
A some of her only mirrror.
A current of her only moon.
A thought becomes a thing.
A love becomes a leave.
A diet becomes a plant.
A bite becomes a thought.
A sea thought is her own doing.
A laughter is her bite and mite night.
A love seeps till she became her night.
A love blooms when she writes.
A letter to the becoming a star.
A move in her only noon is the light figure of her psychology.
A light is me in blooming.
A person so beautiful is her right.
A night to develop love at night.
A right to hold a palm tree is her sending looms.
A loom I'm blooming and palming in current moons.
A warm moist tear is a sea salt palace of boarding.
A night in developing figures is a saintish-heaven reprise.
A sight selfless sudden wars. A slope in moon-bring lies of mud water bries.
Sunidhi