All Poems Are Subject To Copyright. There Will Be Poet On Category But Level. Also, Don't Cut Paste A

All poems are subject to copyright. There will be poet on category but level. Also, don't cut paste a poem of your like. I would like credits to my name. This is a given. It's written so as to love and share with my name credits. This will be a book in thesis. Please credit.A given sloem. We are got-loving crazy. A poetry level. Hers. Therefore? Lie. A moon. Her ink. Her staple. Hers church therefore. Hers John Wayne. Hers ticket furror. He's baby car. He's baby crazy. He wants to write. Write well in her analog. Her monologue. Her credit lie.An petty thing about holding an uptight conversation is that we need to recognize an author. We can't really equate, terrific with nice. Nice with noon. I like writing things. I like holding people. A lesson in jeopardy would be oraganizing shelf. A position to speak from is saying wrongity makes up right. A nice ruse would be playing with tactics. If agreement means compilance. That means a lie means two. How is her work yours? It's steal. It's a nice time to apologize and back off. How is stealing equal to work? A work is nice when you reserve a position of mindset to a lover one. A lover one would mean tenderness. A nice-one would mean a night holding. Nights would mean love. Her credits are impending necessary to the boons of our rice and nice to our face. If necessary, bitch. If hold, keep. If yours, keep it on your own. Keep. Work. Work equals work. Work equals face value minus deep ink-sect.A lie-is that of her keep that we should be right of act to multiply a work based on credit. If credit seems different. It is. It's so often forgotten. It's lie. You need to be aware of a situation and credit the necessary people to honest situations. He was there. He was nice. He left. What remains? Nice. What solves? Sight. What takes? English? Or poet? Before you take credits of our lies, we should credit. This is necessary as it lays. An Ias officer is who she should become. A thing taken is a thing refused, a might taken is a will. She would be counting sadness as they were nice hedges in the moon. A nice-hedge to the count of a living matter. A matter in compliance in fact is courage compiled. She is given credits to delve in her a love greater than it is. She is. She is her muse wasting time on bakery and her poet was a thing a lie. A ruler is great example of his night. She knows no leap or courage. A given light-is courage. A mounting to the honest means of her soil. He cried. He leapt. He dissolves. He writes over you an honest review. A naxalite is a problem of her own. A night-till she wrote out dais. A seeking in which she was nill. She knew a lie and was a thing of her own. Her melting voice was the thing of her secret. He knew ages ago to fuel wine. He knew before a lady and a bug. She knew it too. They were a happy family. A certificate of congratulations. A lie still of the two and the pan-ink wise. She knew her. She knew not. She knew hers. She was a notice. She knew all. She was everything. She writes and is her. A light in the mouth of heaven was a lie-thinker. A lie-was a lie-in great honest deep. A think-toll. A diamond. She knew. She was her. She knew it to be her table. Her body was her table. She knew edges. She took her height. And was mad adversity. A love in her poem was formed love minus hers. He was writing till she knew her. She knew herself. She bathed and wrote. Life embodied her. Music made her. Muse lones her of itself and tweets and was the night. She was suicide. She was drops in the medicine. A lie in her zhor. A lie in her suddle. She was. She was night. She was ocean. She was a deep soul. Her. Poetry. Her light be foretold. Her light be shining. Poetry. Love. Light and hapiness . Credit also underlies to the fact that it would be meaning a love and long of the cute ect is she. She knew roses and I knew her. I don't take law into my hands of heaven. She took law to burn and I abided. She was law. I am her. I was a published author. She knows her not. She knows me still. She knew it. Credited. Accomplished. Girl.

Sunidhi

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