A Time In The Girl Code Of Nothing. A Lie In The Snarl Of Her.
A time in the girl code of nothing. A lie in the snarl of her.
Her heath ledge gave me hopes of her car dimes.
A lover might tell you why you succumb.
A night might keep you well of God.
A love.
A light will awaken your hopes of loved manes up.
Her.
Her heights we all knew.
A lover is silly hone that I told you.
A baker's false alarm.
We are going down.
A love that we doomed.
Sea, hope of stars.
A sight, too many tell.
Her nights are worst of crew disaster developing in her wicked brain hue.
A lover too.
Her.
Sunidhi
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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
Scars taint our heart.
She cheated on her test lover.
Eyes of world know none.
A gleam of eye, actor scar.
Want to char.
Judge my lone.
Be ready for love.
A love to home to her best residue.
Her lover none.
Soon enough, we'll hue.
We'll die.
Her.
Sunidhi
A freedom high.
A deep lover.
Runs in her veins, is so.
A blood drop of weighted lies.
A lie drop of her current.
A cement weight of her nice shaped earring loves.
A lover so nice is the mouth of her night.
A lover is so great of her goddess skull.
A lie.
A lone of her night.
A whisperer.
A her.
Love.
Night.
Her.
Sunidhi
An absolute devour of a poet. Someday I'll love Ocean Vuong, how it feels:
Like red. Like acceptance. Like the hide above liars and nape cutters alike. Her sadness mixed with an ocean of Vuong. And her side tastes like jovial life bathing. A lie is that this poem ever lones my heart and quips and renders it useless. A thing I know of nights with Ocean in it is the same love his mother doomed. His life sweeps and his mother forgets. My many versions love my father. He seeps. My father. Oh to be Ocean.
how it feels knowing that loneliness is still time spent with the world
I gave my mother, my eyes she cusped that night.
I have my father's friend's essay chocolate.
I have an ink sudding till he gares a night blow on my fist.
He lands catapult of gold in his chest.
His beating breasts knew no lounge world.
His world knew no harp of mite.
His might night of leap was the courageous girl.
His supper. His sparse smitten lover was night foray.
He was night itself. Might of night. His. Courage. Looms.
His night was the night noon below noon.
His massed lie bore an ore.
In a land of rivers, he was a mirage.
He alone tried to fool of eye everyone into his lie.
He alone caused a lie of the greatest, his daughter.
Sunidhi