Sun

The grace of heading south for lunch.

The taste for telling breaching war.

The haste of telling youth sculptor.

The manners of dead Begum.

The reading of the time in the sea silks.

The laughter cafeterias in the love campus.

The protruding from the screen linchpin.

She.

Seed flower

The choir of giving the ache serenade.

To close the clock stairs.

The loose of sone hurl hue.

She.

I.

The dais of great stupidity in the blood summer fixation.

The poet sipping. The interest of lips on the waking walking poetess.

The hawk of green.

The brooks of sea. In the dance of deed.

Death of my honk.

I.

So far away

The night indigo.

The Circe also of deathly love.

The sun of sin.

The lure of looking poetic.

The manners of seeing of life.

The literary vein, verse poetess.

The warp between literature and tongue.

In the plump looking tree, moon is high.

Hue is due.

Speaking of finessed singing sin in his hair.

He.

I.

Desire of beauty is the death of slave

The blue vestibule of the murder vase.

The green artichoke of the seed siren.

The sin of succulents in the mud pink building.

The death of dissected poem.

The vain disdain of lain dispose.

The breast of nighttime in the lover blimp.

He.

I.

He, I know from love, lists my cigar

The wrench of Angeles in the ache Sinatra.

The wake of movie alive nights in the acoustic fashion fascism room.

The deep of hottest felty in the Delta.

The summer literature in the blistered pluck of jasmine heaven.

The man watches the carving actress wring her doubt of hymn.

Why would death write poetry in the heavenly ghost poet?

The way of sight.

He yells of dance and I saw trinkets of ear in the madman lover craftsmanship.

He.

I.

Death’s Girl

The ruches of poem police.

The nook of wrench cigar.

The way of sea night.

In the week of weakening spring knee.

The reek of evermore poetic sight.

Eternal bliss of deity noon.

The golden breast of sun.

The mythical stump of black on white.

I.

He is the arch of moon

The poem of war in her feeling youth.

The why of cares.

Kiss of Seneca.

Tell me what’s more.

I’m the devil of your heart.

The love of fizzy grizzlier rose.

Don’t care why.

I.

Touch of bruise in the way of my milk.

I.

I was me, grandiose snake

The stunner poetic of loud finesse.

The sun of sights.

The monument of momentum.

The men of change meet the palace of rays.

Reek of letterman.

The poetic essayist.

The white whirl.

The poetry of pearl humour.

I.

The own of art

The game of sinking humour.

The essay of love in abuse man.

The gist of makeup in destitution of face.

For the lark of sun.

For the dance of hunt.

Love bleeds on the lord paper.

It eats the seat of university judges.

The judgement of writing.

The blood of war is me.

I.

Dictum paper, Nath tells jogger grace of face

The essay of reeking.

In the picture of sun.

In the life of grace.

in the poessy of sank.

Sanity is a dense denial of beauty/

I.

Poets and sun

Lover of freedoms and Azadi is lure of country.

Life is bountiful of poem hills.

I was there for asking in the sap of grace.

In the gust and in the seize of the earth.

I was the the sun.

I.

I am with you whirl’s world end.

In the talent of flower poetry, I seek you.

I write your silly willow.

I.

Mehafil

In the pain of pine.

Pineapple in the blood lover.

Writer of testimony in the dance.

I.

God of working hour.

Tuesday of Thursday.

I.

Momentum of love.

Arch of blood in the monadnock monarch.

I.

Design of war, seigneurial love

The life’s literally.

I have a signed of youth.

He is the biography of war.

Seth is heaven’s man if hers.

I was the never youthful of dance of heaven, until I saw his blood.

In the night Berkeley.

Heaven vanity’s.

I.

Love is a sign of war.

I am everything of his, he is the summer of mine.

I.

Muskhil Jahan Ka, the fret of Seth

The eyes of youth.

In the seconds season.

I.

Love is diary of blood.

He is the arch of success.

Love is a funk of camera.

In the video of better days, I seek summer.

The love birds of nest hustle.

I.

Seeing looking eyes

Love is the suitable suitcase city.

The search of poem in the happiness.

In the deed dense of attention.

The kiss of story sight.

The writer abode.

The spring-summer clothing of his lord.

I.

The ease of Hedgehog painting hedges.

I.

Sea sun of ishq sonnet summer antipodes

Go baby, love me hard in ways you explain .

Destiny is your romance’s man.

Secrets of grace in his eye.

Life is her body of heaven.

Dance in the bake of earth.

Love is just simple John Wayne singing his sample songs.

Ache of cry of brood.

In the bloom of eye.

Graceful life of his Opera House Sonata sway.

Put on his shore.

Ache till love wilts.

Only thing

He is schooling my lie to be a monogamous romance.

Teaching the sink of teeth.

Love is a forgetful story.

Destiny is a war of hot rain.

Rite of sun.

In the heaven of colonel, he married the right ache of girl.

In the spree of shopping fun, he sees me lie inside him.

War is a time of suede.

I.

Sunken pollen sea.