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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 braised on the week lies of her.
A hurt too etched in the world sudding of her.
Her monopoly.
Her height.
Her mouth.
Her God telling her ink rights to be children.
Her poems were his.
His noon was her.
Her light was the warped dye.
Her might was spell.
Her.
Sunidhi
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
A love is seeking her.
A life is becoming her.
A lie is shooting her alive in the birth time of a new alive heart.
A heart bares a boon.
A life starts a lie.
Her, love shackles starts of light.
Hers is a light.
A light of heaven.
A heaven in noon.
Her.
Sunidhi
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
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 world of knower.
A vibe setter.
A high lover.
A moon lover.
Her.
Sunidhi
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
I gave my mother, my eyes she cusped that night.
I have my father's friend's essay chocolate.
I have an ink sudding till he gares a night blow on my fist.
He lands catapult of gold in his chest.
His beating breasts knew no lounge world.
His world knew no harp of mite.
His might night of leap was the courageous girl.
His supper. His sparse smitten lover was night foray.
He was night itself. Might of night. His. Courage. Looms.
His night was the night noon below noon.
His massed lie bore an ore.
In a land of rivers, he was a mirage.
He alone tried to fool of eye everyone into his lie.
He alone caused a lie of the greatest, his daughter.
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 love from my bed.
A loose from my shed.
An ear-rape till we become lovers.
Her mist is the blow I know.
I know of her still till we become.
Her lover can wait.
Her.
Her, world of vy dye in her mate.
Hers is the God of her becoming.
Her art of being.
Her height knew me no more.
Her poetry stills in my hiss.
A poet in the warp kingdom of my roses bed.
A lover exists in these reckoned spaces adorned in love.
Rage is reddish mud in her mouth in disguise.
A love mist in the wood lights of her idle.
A revolution from my bed.
Sing to solaces in his head.
High till she is scar and crimson tasting violet blood.
Sally can wait.
Don't look back in anger hums of him. He was there.
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
A lie to mishap lie with.
A morn on the night seeps of red mud sickles.
Her marriage seeps a seed.
A sight of the wise.
A light of the world.
A might of the night and she was the courage of night.
A night sleep colloquium on her speed days.
Her collosal eye was the night of day.
Hers was a burn in the heart fire of his.
He.
She.
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
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
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
A liar is he.
A God is he.
A might is he.
Leaves like earth barren soil hitting the ocean.
Loves like lotus blooming in her mud ink flowers.
Her lies are the more, lies to telling her hawk goodbye.
Hers is a sparse reflection of him.
Hers is a God loving her human story.
Her.
Sunidhi
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
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