I Could Lie But Not In Your Hearth.
I could lie but not in your hearth.
A soon as I loved lie.
A light is you.
A might is you.
Do it all. Like East. Easy.
Speak on your glow.
A love your neat.
A love your daint.
Love your saint.
Love your wrist.
Love your waist.
Wanting nothing at all.
She do it all.
Not abused. But tainted.
Love.
Sunidhi
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A lover girl.
Knew me red.
She is till the one.
Noon light.
Breast hole.
Suck sights.
Sucks soled slates.
Slight occurrences.
Her Earth.
Said I love her.
Right I said her.
I leaped her.
Her moon.
I love her.
Sunidhi
Rice and hunger.
Fathom my skill.
Brats in my skin.
My loved heroine.
Tell me my love, what is your sweetest desire?
My love welds in.
First sight at breath.
Seek your myth.
Your body is a smoke rung in my death.
Sweet heroine.
My drug war lay sight nimb.
She is my lover-hind.
Water loves on death bells.
She was lying heroine.
I say breath of beauty of war.
My heroine.
She was dainty and cue mist in my head.
She drank them. She drank ice of water.
Ice laid out in the sun-mar.
My heroine.
Lay in me still.
She was deathless and sight swapped girl in shoots.
Question a night in the October moons girl.
A festival nights of her.
A humble war.
All of her literature.
Melange skin shaped dye.
She in due states a war.
A heroine.
She was.
Sunidhi
A lie of the night.
A wake up next to him.
A worthy of lover in the brooding.
A like of her sight.
She is the feeling.
A lead a little air.
A need a little love.
A different kind of air.
We are the mist of it all.
She is the brooding.
I could call the world, hear the feeling.
He was there. A nice hare.
A love could stop the world to the stop breeding.
A nice hare. A love lare.
A nice time. A nice Bakth.
He was her love affair.
He was cool.
He was nice.
They brain-shed to dead animals.
Who cares. Who loves.Who dies. Her.
Her. A cospress of a love affair.
He was nice. He was cool.
He was the edge, middle of the night.
We were next to his mist.
He was the feeling.
He is cool nativity to her is feeling.
He was nice loop shed.
She.
Sunidhi
A lie in the shape of mist.
A moon in the aankh of a sachet.
A style in the lay bloom of her.
She was.
A light of her city.
We talk to Gandhis of her.
Her laughing statue was a nice light if the share.
A light of the crane in her stomach.
He was.
He was lie.
He was tell.
He was hun.
He was noon.
He was style.
She was.
Sunidhi
A miss of my Earth.
A taint of my tane.
A till of my soul.
A love of my hope.
A sight of her barkahira.
A tune.
A tomb.
A nelly.
A bone.
A light.
Her.
Sunidhi