How Intense Can A Love Be?
How intense can a love be?
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Main stepper.
High getter.
Loving dens and lion hens.
Her supper, a moonlit nectar.
High till we know she is herself.
Her goner, main log till she is higher.
Sky till her waist.
Sun till her seep.
God till we know it's her.
Confident rouge girl.
Her.
Sunidhi
A love you know. A grave, you make her.
A girl you shy. A shy hefty night.
A shy you lead. A come slower than.
A saint of her sun. Sight heavier than.
A love you know. A light of my might.
A open grave to withhoove. Flower works.
A lover to send poems with. A light of it's ray surprising it's gone myth.
I am both. Sun and it's shadow. A height heavier than life's hold.
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
A lover farther than all the girls love before.
A boyhood eternity and takes a lie steep of her.
Of her love, baby.
Living custom faith.
A making sudden hiss of the night.
A hip of her sudden attest.
A love is all we can do.
Take three on your lovesome men.
God and war.
Her.
Sunidhi
A dark poet.
A walled paradise.
A becoming number.
A light of paradise ink.
A bath of her becoming vile.
A lie to wash away lie.
With her lies.
With her stomach.
A lover pipe.
A pellet.
A love doomed girl.
Her.
Sunidhi