A Lie In Heaven Girl.
A lie in heaven girl.
A moonlight girl.
An inkstress.
Her stresses in vais.
A lie in the body of hers.
We lied to her sight and followed folly.
She will be us.
God fell in love.
A loft light took stay.
A night till we know deep.
She was a lie in the zhor.
She was.
She is.
She is her planned deity.
Her planning diet stream.
Her night-working leave.
The deity God.
He heaves.
He lenses.
He wars.
He mights.
A greatest of all.
A great.
Bonnie on Clyde.
We on her.
She is.
Her.
Sunidhi
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A right poem.
An ink of night.
A night if the war that is?
A night that slaves me.
She is got rift lit bits.
We were nice nights.
We lived solely.
We were her breasts hunching.
She was night leaving.
We were the night of the dawn.
We were the nice shapes that knew.
She knew us well.
Sawaar doon. Sawaar moon. Sawaar lie. Sawaar die. Sawaar hoon. Sawaar joon.
She is her.
Her.
Sunidhi
A night vary.
A night loon.
A loon eye.
A moon ink.
A light girl.
Preceding lies of her haste.
Her nice trip-of girls night.
Love loned us.
We die.
We were the area loomed goodnights and took her wish of authorship to hare.
We lied.
There was a lie of stone that etched my mind of her.
I was dazed and confused and warred till we were liars.
A night.
An author.
Her.
Sunidhi
A might till.
Her soil nill.
A nape side.
A side to heaven ear.
A right to heaven marsh.
A might of love and her hope of ease.
A love of neat.
A might of her night.
A share of has and two dawns.
We will war tonight.
We night till war.
She was a lie.
A war was a lie.
Hers therefore.
We. Loved war tills.
She was a night.
We loved.
We nighted.
We shared.
We.
Sunidhi
A knead of her.
Her height damed in me.
I am damned of heights and her chars.
Her loved height is a war in me.
She loves me hell.
She loves me night.
She loves God's poetry.
She sights a leave.
A hen of night.
A hem of her.
A light of her.
Her sanc deep poets in me.
She.
Sunidhi
A melody Maker.
Her at hearts shops and vice inks.
She checks brink and her known loves.
A love in the noon is a must in the whom we read and think thoughts of loves and thine his park in the corner.
Park a love till we know. We know. We were all the young loves.
A thing likes me and stills me like the work of honor that is love.
She is.
Love and loners lie.
She is.
Work's and art's life.
She ensembles a breed cover in me.
A tight tomb of her realness in front of me.
She is a love song.
A loner in the life's lie.
A might in the papers of night.
We love till we know it.
We know till we love.
She is.
She is.
Sunidhi