I Should Be Someone.
I should be someone.
I should become a somebody, who will light me drastically towards me.
Her light and shed moon eyelets towards me.
Her cheap thrust in air becomes warp and soil.
Spill soil off my lips.
Carousel soul of slipped mouths.
Her eyes dart towards a hymn death poet.
Her lips garner lies and sudden bruises.
Her cruises side with buns in my shaw ink.
Her. I love your soul. I lie and peel skin off his lips.
We are the fire purified in the amavasya of her soul-body telling us to stay corrupt.
He rings and etches me like the moon and warps my body ring in a toss of air.
I am his.
His love is all mine to devour.
Him.
Her.
Sunidhi
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He said my amour lies.
A lover hoops.
A things that was sharp of his.
A move of his boon mites into her lovers.
Have you seen my Clyde?
Has my Bonnie's heart still a fire set in the world?
Is she a loner like me?
Champagne glasses broke to her blood-drunk hiss.
A light of his trust might be the earth of all?
A light of his dare, a corrupt of his face.
Value makes money, carps de diem in her sunken breasts.
Her hearts ware down till sharp eyes knew faiths to turn religious.
Her.
Sunidhi
A liar.
A great-home of leap dynamite.
Her eyes know one should.
A lover is great to the next idea.
How did I get here? To lover her to moon and her lover.
He was penchant craving of my dynasty.
He loved for no one could.
He was.
Her.
First love ink.
Her.
Sunidhi
A love so soft.
How you know what is better?
A lover gone right to her heart strings.
Paris lights and French boys livin' with.
Kiss me, concur a moon of the night.
Kill to kiss me, under the swept tiaras.
A queen knew none but rule.
A lover heights and purple ventricles singing to her red-blue artery.
Face, love.
I am a new world of women where she is.
Her.
Sunidhi
A liar in my head.
A God in the war.
A war in the leap lones of God.
Her war is a sudden flower.
A light is a coming deep.
A war is her story living carcass.
Hers is not her feet but love. Her.
Sunidhi
A lie of her.
A night of her.
A leap of her.
A nightly moon of hiss.
A height of the dawn till speed was a share of God.
A light of career girl vying till sweeping knew no cheapskates.
A love, cheap of love.
A loving dark moon, till it poured all of sunshine into his grasp loomed land.
His war till we knew night to be.
Hers till we knew September days with ridden mud.
Her.
Sunidhi