How Does It Feel To Conquer? The Greatest? The Lie. Wise Beyond Wisdom Or Width. Or Breadth Of Beauty.
How does it feel to conquer? The greatest? The lie. Wise beyond wisdom or width. Or breadth of beauty. A thing. Napes a car length of her keep. A sect. He was the loe to the moon. He was the saint of her lie. A God of her moon. A lie to suck deep fists into. He was a poet. Am poet. An instinct. A deep mole. A lie. A thing of beautiful beaches of her night. Her carp encroaching into mine. Her harp seduces mist and while it days night. He was the warp listening wisdom, serpenting all over my grave name. Hers was an apocalypse moon telling me to style cars and night wars. Her.
Sunidhi
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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
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 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
Thing of love in her paradise. A girl in her geek wisdom. A light in her lone God. A love in her might hummus. A light girl in the parachute moon. A lie in her stops pants and God's knew love. Her sight might be the loyal share of honesty God I bestow. Her. Lie is that we all intrude upon a mist. A God tells her dust. Her light moves her kitten. Her light moves and her move lights a wrist. A wrist becomes God. Her works of social-ness. A life in me reads a moon in the back of her mind. All warnings from my bed. A start of lying from my head. Her. A light to move me from my hissing sell. A light to move me red. Her cell night. Her might occurence. Her light shadow. A shadow of writing moves me. Her agreement of the shape lies of her system. A lover agreement of the said God of lies. Her night. Her mouth. Her becoming lies of the shape of water. A shape of ice in the God of nice. A nice. A leap. A loot of her shadow. Her spilled lenses of disdain. Her might. Her.
Sunidhi
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