He was her lover-solidified and moon-slurs of wise Avahard.
He was my night-still keeping a mud of clay-lies.A mouth in two halves.
He was the night to the steep sand and froze.A frozen-lie.
My uncanny vector was the night that caterpillars a hegdic and lie-stalls of her night.
She was her love-still and made moon go-uptight like leavers telling to sin.
Ten of the, were all lies until she met she.A liar.A thought.A lie-untold.
She was a colour of stubborn of lie-kept mouth.We lie to sleep.
She thought of her move becoming wholes in halves.A mouth.
My move lies,still paralysed till she was asking her whole.A thought-shun.
She was the new house till notes of hers were the move lying to my feet.
She was her husband,liar of her loves till keeping her faith-time existence of exists.
Time is.Like a clockwork of structured stances may not present.I must share.
But as a whole,it is.Out of a million possibilities,a baby was born.A place in heaven was born.She knew her to be ice-victims.A thought so stubborn.I must die.
She was moving way-disturbing in her lie.She was a hedge-phone.I must reap.I must stun.I love to eat her sleep.I thought of having her not.I love her faith.I must be victim
She was a lover leave.She left time at foothills.We move from one space to another.A means of settling in the thinkers of life,is to be one.A faith in faithful honesty-learns.
I am one,life is,existence contemplates,life contemplates time.I must lie.I lie to understand time.I love the acts I of all.
I lie courage,I lie dime.
I sell die and sell dime.
We were the moon-acts circumfice.
We were lovers who knew all.
We knew edges like the moon-tells.
A moon-tell of Earth becomes.
A moon-tell tale of hedges Earth.
A wise Earth.
I am the moon-sculpt.
A hedge.
A life.
A love leap.
A lone soil.
A right stole.
A right shine.
She was a hedge-lie tell.She was going.She was milk moon subdue.She is.Time is like the body of her.Time suspends.Time in body is still.You see through a lens of body which is truth proposed on a will wall.What we call time is nature.A heaven time Ishant learns from is the move every authority is taking a till on time-hyposis.A hypnotic lie is that time is ever present,forever likens to be nill.Nature takes and recycles water of fuel which reduces carbon panes,of which time stills to be a hop in livelihoods of those bakers whose rise is slow-time,a time-looking agenda.Time is the see-through lens of villi.Villi absorbs food material to the likes of Earth-holes.She absorbs food like the rest of us.She lives in the status of food,even after digesting.And becomes excreta when he takes alive a person to deem responsible for the lie it is that in us we live.We can’t figure out time to be life.Life moves,is stubborn and likely still.And becomes a sad honing like a bakery shop dancing dye times,if it was her of time we know to be a construct,he is.A swollen moon.
A construct lie in which a share of honesty is taken for a moth of flame is a lie,she exists.Time conditions us with the simplest answer,why?Why an answer might-pretend.A thought-lay action is pretense.A deviance includes hone.
The time is a cross of the loud thud. I was a victim.
I
Know me.
I
Grace grace lord heaven heaven earth I
Sunidhi
I know you have a lot to do with the sun.
Into the moon.
Ask Michael.
Me.
In the heaven earth heaven heaven earth.
I
Sunidhi
