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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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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

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


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10 months ago

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


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