Scars Taint Our Heart.
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
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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
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 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
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 love of war.
A night of hale.
A dye of her mouth.
A liar.
Seclude me from my panes.
A liar.
A light two thousand years ago.
Faith like pure babies.
Her move like rabbit eyes.
A lover knead.
A night knead.
Dough-knit hours of rice and God.
Her hunger knew faiths of God.
Her.
Sunidhi