A Lie We All Like Of Heaven's Height Is That God. God Knew Till We Know Words To Be. How Are Words Itself,
A lie we all like of heaven's height is that God. God knew till we know words to be. How are words itself, beautiful? How is a person, so? Words letter out numbers of themes in her. Words tell us which we loved. A light we all knew belief workers to be. A belief in what? What do I believe in? I believe in the lie of me. A lie of us. A setting in the harp bazaar. God. Vows. A lie suckles. We shout. We are the Eden formula of God-haste. I. Worlds of words ruin us at work. A harp lies still we know God to be. A lie in the shout lies of me. A hump holly of heaven telling us. A hue of hye paintings. A leap. What is world of matter? I believe in me. I simply do. I simply am. No. I. Matters wars and headsets. War lies. When you cook a lone dish, what is in it? War. Heights of looms of hiss. Her. Heights that knew her. Lights that sparked her. Everything came after. Her. Her therefore, lie. Her war, therefore, God. A kingdom. A hoarse. A lie. Person. First. Before. Everyone and everything else after. Greatness. Lie. Her. Wasp. Kittens of youth. Lover. Dyer. Her.
Sunidhi
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A lie in war-somehow.
A man to doddle war with.
A lie in the business of God.
A thing we like of heaven.
Hers is an impending love.
A love of skilled milk.
A sight of her criminally attractive face.
A foam of her work knows now.
A lie we should eat by now.
A hope we should think lie of.
A lover we should die somehow.
A love we should die right now.
Die to love to death succumbs.
Her.
Sunidhi
A love braised on the week lies of her.
A hurt too etched in the world sudding of her.
Her monopoly.
Her height.
Her mouth.
Her God telling her ink rights to be children.
Her poems were his.
His noon was her.
Her light was the warped dye.
Her might was spell.
Her.
Sunidhi
A love of height.
A light of cut in the cooked hearts of hemp.
In the seeking lie of her.
A love of her heights in the Gods of her.
How intense can a life be?
To hell with and to war with.
Stench with and a lie with.
Hurdles knew no taint in her.
Her.
Sunidhi
She laughs like life is beating out of her.
An ocean.
Her waves.
Her body.
Her gump.
Her lies not snare.
Her height not deep.
Her depth not dye.
Her ink not hurl.
Her not him.
Her.
Sunidhi