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[reneees]

of her having.Her light.Her wish.A star of the show.All those hedges and warm it like a poem of her.Her book to the rift that is an honest shine.A brink.A leave.A her.Make.A moon,her.Right of the deep lover.A seep.A hedge.A moon-star.A lie.Would you live me right back.A hedge,a moon,a light.A need to be.A way you love to be.To write is to become.A war,poet lie and poetess.Poetry is a way within,figuratively and literally,her.Her laughter,her night.Her moon.Her embrace,her.Her lie to never leave.Give it love back.She.Her.Poet.Mine./ the poem of mine, her. I

God

A lie to the Earth tell if your tell is a lie.A thing of her shape,her eyes knew too well.A thought to the becoming of mine and the thought of her new and her imagined lie was him to the ink of boondh and life is beauty.A lie to the beauty and the tea of her.A shine made manifest in the clothing.I reckon God.I love the ink of him.A love of him to the lies of him to the maniac that God is.If anyone existed like the A thought to the lie of her seep,thinking to the night of the ink is her,she wins.She will lie to the boon.A lie in the love of me.A lie to the time that is you.She thought of hers and therefore a liar.A sight.A sil.A silt.A lie.A moon.An ink.A thing of the moon in the lie.A lie.A lover more than.Who is the God of her?Who is the love of her?A lie and the lie of night and the night becomes and the God lays.A lay to the moon,I lied.I am a God of her,lie if her and deep of her.A lie of her.A God to me is her.Her sight and eckled and was a nicest girl in the college fence.A fence motto.A capable girl in the arcs to subside an ink.A lie in the mouth of heaven and was the nicest girl of the said law.A give-back law of the dying.A dyer law.Her.Hers only,therefore and mine to the ill temperates.A lie.An honest fine in the beginning of hem.A thought of corresponding thesis.How is acc water weight off her additional dye to my sud.A lover,night leaves with my stench.

A lie of her God is that we lie and vie to the thing called life’s God that is love.We are lovely independent variables of light which sustained and asked for therefore,settling a knife of her death to a therefore gone account that is love.A love and a half is the nicest girl on the petty moves of fate.She was.She was lighted and loose till she knew.She knew edges of her sones x and her leaves move.What is a mother?What is a God?What is a thing of sept?What is lie?What is moon?A lie garnets a gone love and makes it happen through a director secretary officer.A thought to the stye light and the nicest leave is the high moon.A nie was the thing if the light developing,a courage was a thing of fate.I assume.I share.I eckle.I ron.

A conclusion I draw upon is a thing of lie that is mother.I abused a space,I loned a night.I buried a girl.I lighted her half.A deep withdrawal of her correspondence is the night we fell for.A thought is that we knew her to be a God,her victim.She is.She is the law that translates to my love faith muse.If spatial abuse occured,it is nill.I use of her love as stepped stone and continue to write.Therefore,satiated.

Spite Fight

Spur of Matresses

Satiated State

I

Sunidhi

[thislovesposts]

conquers. She is the saved moon and her edge'lie makes me a born of the sea. She was rude till she is neat. Neat is her couple couple of courages and she was the lie which emerged out of a movie-like faith. She was hooving stills of the maze-like. She's like to the lie's Earth of his possession. She was a genre. She was a cool Earth. She was cooly dying her stands.She is my heirloom saddle. She was world wars inked upon my chest. She was share concluded till she is rude bite of her dog-char. She concludes as life itself. She was her empty-mind of her lies and her tells moon to sittle and stitch a brittle to her kettle. She was her shy mistle. She was her hemp throttle. She was a girl of womb faith. She would eat fast so I could run fast and eat with her. He was her itself. Like the fabric of substance woven. She was acute Achuth of himself and she was the wrongs of itself to the rights. She was a short. She was kneading till. She was her hemplet . Moon to the throttle knew her courage upon a sand. She was her life still. She was looking at him not me. She deserves me. She has a sand of life still she was her fately encounter. She was liking me. She was a lottery in my sicken eyes. She was a husband of the moon. She was love. Overrated shucks of life. She was a stoner for her edge. She was assuming association of deep-lies and the sun of moon ideas danced among the dweeps. She was a shone locket of tiny rays of preys. In stark-coloured life-pants. She was. She lived. She is whose. She is a kime-sweet till she is operating nowhere and hard cash slumbers till we should be a loves’ muses’. She was hard-kept jeopardy. She was likened to the sleep-mit. She was a hine-in life deep meet. She was another girls’ saree. She was a life of the thing liking till she was normal. She thought and life became. She was her lie to smart mouths and alike idea. She was like the He rasmalai: a thought of her run and life was the thing that knew her when she was edge on a mirror out of park. she stamped honesty beats and sins of her simpeess a simptress and her home was a lie in which she lied. She was her zokim stance of her husband lie. She was a thought of her seep. She would make me go rolls of lies till she was.Lie-sweepimg crystal. He was her Patas moon. She would be living his life's head. She was the lie that was a thing of movies. She was her lie. She was my hedge-still lying steep. And darkness was a lure. She was dark and salt in the line Ulysses and was her move till she was a/till moon burned out ways I'm nill. I was everything, therefore became. I was. I am lie. I am stomping accessory. She woked like and expensive mighted elephant lies. God was love and love was God. She was new. She was her movie. She was known as her God. She knew her tropey story. She was a lie that was akept thing in anklets. nylon-sleep. She was a murdering faith. Volatile evaporation which stays. She would know to knead. Well-kneaded Rasagulla in half-ink moons. She knew we would take care of her lovingly.She was a lie on every moon every night. She was hegdic. She hated her pretense reflection not. She was typing seed. Speed. Knew her. She knows lot of heed-dweep. She knew her cuss-cuss speedy sounds. She liked scary-hisses. She knew me till not. I know thyself. She was flimsy. She was Nocturne deep. She was quality over

She was her love. She was lie. She was her hoot telling tells me too to be good. She was her baby lover. She was lying till. 

She was her home. She was her hedge boom. She was her maybe lied and swept till her moves were white. She was her poem share

Sunidhi

He lover badusha was ecked in savoring a lie of mine and thought of us till morning. She was her edger markuri. Her coffee took me out and stepped in inkjails. She was her tattoo of a comfort woman that was dying and slaying mu sleep. She was her hair and took like deity marked snarls at my rasta. He changed nylon-sleep. She was a murdering faith. Volatile evaporation which stays. She would know to knead. Well-kneaded Rasagulla in half-ink moons. She knew we would take care of her lovingly.She was a lie on every moon every night. She was hegdic. She hated her pretense reflection not. She was typing seed. Speed. Knew her. She knows lot of heed-dweep. She knew her cuss-cuss speedy sounds. She liked scary-hisses. She knew me till not. I know thyself. She was flimsy. She was Nocturne deep. She was quality over/ lost poems ar war. Including the idea of what you think about it.

Until I understand that. I

Sunidhi

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I, Sunidhi

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Sunidhi

[reneees]

Poetry reckons me, heaven ness.

In the dance of manors.

I

Sunidhi

[reneees]

The hell of art

Love poem

Sunidhi

[reneees]

The add sense of capitalism of art. Dusting seek of dust. I.

Sunidhi

[thislovesposts]

Sunidhi

[reneees]

have a heaven in the abandoned lie,

that I can write,that we all can well zye.

A heaven can write you and me,

we were the anchors of our own fame.

Of fate that we wrote like an anchor grass,

like thousand sunshines we were.

Nill and deepsome like the Gurus,

of the poets,of the soems,of the lied .

Shone on us light thee for awakening a grass,

a mist a dressed adorned soil,here were we.

A die can have has call,has us concluded as halves,

but will told her no.

I was perfectly beautiful bare and beautiful.

I was a liar,I could lie.

What it say is that,I must conquer one by one.

One after one.

A heaven can lie thee when I know her.

Sunidhi, I

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The way of phone phone photo, I

Sunidhi