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We Write Prowess Verbs.

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 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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10 months ago

A night of her moon says no lies.

A light of her doom says knit moons.

She would like to have the love of your moon a night.

A sight to my annex is my love forever.

A sight to my lean is the only thing.

A night to her love is my marking.

A mark on note and thought is love-leaving.

A life on the night is her glowing loom.

Her hedge writes and loves a loom.

A thought to the greatness Sinnacle is my life.

A life is my life and mess of my life is my lovers.

A lot is the standing next to loom night and the text saying sights a corp.

A thought a living a next to dime.

A night to slave happen a person is next to nothing.

Learn to might credits a priority.

A thought of happening should not come by easily to you discredit.

A thought loom is my ecker.

An actor thought is a doer.

A love loomer is a frier.

A die is a love to the thought a loom next.

A sight and her next is a code of her slade text.

A night to her wisdom is next to bite and her thought is wisdom.

Sunidhi


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10 months ago

A light will tell me the way again.

There is us until deaths do us love.

A mother of it all.

From the seeker of hesitation, girl.

A hang-in for a tight time.

A moon-time again.

A swimming till her notice went rouge-time girl.

A nature of his all.

A tight of his hellow time.

A night of day-time.

We are running her seep.

Sight of her deep again.

A mouth of her early lie again.

A night again.

A light again.

Sunidhi


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10 months ago

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.


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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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