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
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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.
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