A Liar In The Story.
A liar in the story.
A deep in the hunger.
A lover to annexe my soil.
A hope to love her whole.
A height to the war.
A war to the new setting, her.
A lone keeper and her faith principle.
Her.
Sunidhi
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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
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
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
City burns as he speaks.
A lie warps my mouth.
A loom in the speaking lenses of God.
A day that I promised him my hair length of trust in God.
He is the only exception.
His hum sounds like my humdrum laced like her.
A keeper or sadness leaper.
Sour teeth and mask ice cream.
A lover only exception.
He is a lover telling her sin not.
A tight to the leap.
A lie in the morning.
My whisper kinda bruised him.
You are the only exception.
You are. Her lisp kind of ached that day.
Works of Her. Liars of marred reality.
Her.
Sunidhi
Living for the heights and sit downs.
A world for the week and might for the loop.
Her lies tell me war-cry girls know no home.
A lover of deep holes and a mist of courageous tells, were we?
A lover is night. Night is her.
Tell me she is high high and tell me she sparks a frozen moon to dying. Her.
Sunidhi