He Was Like The Spring Of My Summer.
He was like the spring of my summer.
He was onto undertones.
He was like the move of her season.
A die lie is that the Earth of her succumbs.
A taught of the sleep.
A love of the night.
A night of the meat.
A light of the Saturday and might of Sunday.
A thesis girl gone foray.
A lie of her ink is her seep.
A seep on the lie.
A lie on the moon.
A die of the moon. A ink of the night.
A love of my moon. A taught of her ink.
A love of her might till keeping would mean loving.
A thought of her eyes.
A light of her mice.
A deep hedger of her corrupt corruption.
A thought taught her that he might eat.
He thought of loops when he surrendered.
A thought to her watch that it'll be a nice thing of short.
A thought of her victory was a lie.
She was born winning and knew hues.
He knew her taught and thought that we could seep.
We were nice huggers.
We were her.
We knew her moon-till short-sight girls knew.
We were huggers.
We were dainters.
We were dyers.
We were hedges of madam kingdom.
Her embodiments lay. She seeped.
Therefore, it came through her.
Her hectic lies noon brices.
Soon bridges.
A lie to my great wisdom.
A thought laying in her soap.
Her boon to my might.
Her might foreplay.
Her dew sadden and madden to form condense milkers.
Sunidhi
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A mayas in night hurts.
A days in life looms.
A hindi tune by set artistry of my loven loom.
A sight ecking telling her manav to side in cor.
A light-edge tells no one sea.
A might mumbles a loom to light and he, deserves.
He loves a hectic. Sand in soom poetry.
He was the ridge that brought muses lie.
He was the serpant that took blaze.
An arching of her.
A loving of her.
A loving loom like my ridge.
Sight eckler till noon-midnights.
A dune of sand-tills.
A wise-muse till she tips me.
A lover to her sparse hegdic.
A muse in lonesome situations.
A night till she left her to seep.
Muse.
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I am afraid of love leaving.
She stomps like my darling escaped a hood.
Feels like a temporary death to my fine, her page.
Her hoop lives a caram-free done and her acting seeps everyone to death-like dunes.
A due in rhythm-best is her slapping soil and friends.
A dime to perform and perfection indeed.
A Gold to occupy her heard, she writes like she is my love.
A shine in move ment and is the move of deer around my body.
Her shine of eyes we're the lovers of moon.
We're the kiths of her stomach ache.
A shiny due girl in the moon timp.
Her tempo shined Khan's acting pree.
She alcohol and mix of wine rice like French names of height kaju.
We ate her moving names. Her moving Earth was the liking of her Kazm like move-acting.
A lie-share. Her
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Ink well:Listen to a song and subdue, meaning write what it means or says to you. Hear it.
And write.
Silly right and wrong and.
When we loved us to showy serene.
Nothing's gonna move my soul unless it's you.
Wrongs of his move or his pirate was my deep.
He lives to die by my side.
He moves my leap my dance slide.
We sing into microphones and her singing.
We were laughing till our favourites die.
We are moving hurt to it's state.
A green slate.
We lie to write.
We were walking my side.
He loves my souvenir to his.
He dies to my love.
Moves to it. Dances to my beat.
She is life.
He lies.
He lives.
She is God.
Sunidhi
I could tell when she left.
Crystals down her paper balls.
She is a king of his.
She is stalling an oomph.
All the lovers set.
And I am rupturing pomegranate seeds.
And I am howling paradise kisses.
Crush till Crystal.
Compass round the table.
And her kissing you.
My holding her and to falling asleep.
Sand as Gold and Berg.
I knew how it would be.
I love it hood's knee.
I love her.
Baby bee.
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