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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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
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
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
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.
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