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If I took train to Busan, I would die

The sea of hummingbirds.

The like of seating in the lover manors.

In the grass of university of life.

In the dance of love.

Love is a dance.

I.

I was a deign of love.

Love is a disdain of haunting.

I.

Reason over me

The sense of time.

The sense of I.

In the seek of heart in the dense fifth sense lying.

In the seek of. Sense.

In the dance sublime.

In the heaven donning delusion.

In the dancing damp.

In the domes of love.

In the Tokyo of lover.

In the lover of seeks.

In the seek of blood wars with time.

In the sorting I’m playing pleasing,

I

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Sun

The light of the eye.

The eyes we cannot see.

Hum, the blue dictation dictator.

In the sense of brooding in red actor.

In the eyes watching swathes of heeded heaven.

In the lure of lure of lurk.

In the spillover of eye.

In the deed of word.

I

In the ruched ruches of ruckus white, dooms of romance white

The love of lies.

The literature of honesty.

In the dance of heaven.

In the.

The in.

Lover nodes of heeded brewmasters.

Grace I.

In the points of calling newspapers to .

In the points of beauty lover’s.

In the literary of literally.

In the points of rain.

In the artsy.

In the seeking of war I

I

I was a bit teenager menagerie.

You were a stunted man.

Stunned to slay lions at dens.

Densest of leaping red pictures at biographies of war with autonomous red man with blue hinges he only knew in the theatre eye.

I

I

The decks of dainty’s.

The ship of.

Honesty of working in the dance of arches.

In the sense of love.

A phone photographer.

In the light of dance and working synonyms of days.

I

In the moon sly-Jesus.

In the seeking dances, dance I.

In the dance of poetry frames.

In the hunt.

Uneducated love.

I’m your pride.

Suck art.

In the seeking position of points.

In the beauty of blue dancing dancing dancing.

Dancing.

I

I

Seek a fifth sense

The blue of taunt.

Then I was a niche idea spectator.

I was a lie scent.

In a lover heaven.

In a sporadically menace.

In me.

In the funky paradise of blue jeans.

In he whose love is smelt.

In he.

He in.

I

In the dance vulnerable.

In the poetic word world.

In he dancing.

In the sitting attribution of war or painting.

Sit or write.

Clench or maybe.

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In the dance bigotry.

In the arch seeking.

In the dance foray.

I

Such a grace

The poem he/Sunidhi

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