Sun

Give me rotten distress,

I walk like the stars ridden to sky.

I am hot loud, in the kiss of bliss.

Are you?

Attic of attitude, smell me, I am way up.

I.

I.

Bullet loaf, I am reading through.

Waste my youth’s day like the hawk.

Right of my dust in the seeing of prophecy of the game.

Rules of my damnation game.

Arsenals of my flower, in my sun, in my room.

Attitude desires way.

Wake of my ladies, run thistle, run brushing panther actress of my brain.

Laughter at my dance, still of my fever.

Scared of dirtiest wringer wronging the channel flower myth muse.

I.

Lady of First, I ache youth

The point of talking beauty.

The poetess in the ramifications of Ramirez.

The Seth of holding menace of deer destiny.

The creature of holding hands and thought valley.

I.

The sun of life, I want to like of heaven in youth.

The grace of own life in the heels of texting someone.

The rumours of true man, manner.

The.

I.

Terrace of trees in the farm France of heaven land in honey footy tooth of blood or green light of own racist.

The juice of spelling mango tresses of destiny.

In the moon of red trees of pomegranate ocean of thought.

I.

Terran, Terrance, Terrence.

The Dunbar of Darbar.

I am the thought of evil abuse, hence of thought in the nation of greed in the enemy French.

I.

Pyaar Alhambra, Elham.

I.

Seeking a fever of truth in the eyes of ghost, in the vengeance of snake

The cool champagnes of summer dancing.

The first love, Japanese girl.

The light ectopic of literature.

The sea blood of green earth in the tea hue of brown tilling silt of idea nun.

I.

The telling of tale, from the lord of sight, dance and anime.

I.

The memory of life

The life of light.

The life of grace.

I am Kali of light.

The sun of heaven.

The grace of heights.

The sun of temple.

The grace of youth.

I.

In the reason of sun.

I.

The Seneca of selfie girl

The sun of food, the food of hymn, in the voice of lord, the lord of right, in the sea escape, in the tooth in the nail.

The sinister trance of life and moon.

The grace of sighting, the enemy of wrench in the smart enemy.

I.

He could run away to sun with him, the sin with him, is the evil deed of sun to watch, but not run, to stay and withering held of him.

I.

The seeing of sun

The apple of staying in the sea of thought. The nearing apple ache of life. I.

The grace of hill.

I cry of earth.

In the tilling thought of politics,

the thought of heaven.

The lips of life.

The tips of sun.

The first love in the manner of height.

The sea hill of Frenchman

I.

The psyche of sun and God reverie

The written essay of yesterday.

The easy youth of love.

I.

The seeing of poem beauty.

In the rush planets of sun.

The hyphen of energy.

I.

The planet of expanding sea, Sun and Seneca

The life of grace of the literature,

the sight of oil in the heaven of toil.

The hill of monster in the sea of the seething life.

The life of death in the sight, epic of God.

The end of mine in the line of highway.

The life of the zeher.

In the seething love of plot.

I.

The season of grace

The interest of tooth, the life of design, didactic life, the ease of Walker truth, in the tryst of life making the sea mahoganies in the walking of truth of love, laughter and youth, in the design of truths. The literature of making the fuller society of truth.

The life of enigma, the sun of dust. The riches of truth. He, who conquers love, wins, he who loves, is he.

I was the sea of truth, conqueror of fate.

I.

The strife of lover, love and lives

The sue of thought.

The grace of Reagan.

Reagam.

The seed of birth of ill.

Logan, Mohan la.

I think of the life of dance deeds in the enemy of Tamil house.

I.

The sea stressed of youth

The life of light literal youth, in the light of hue, in the body wearing boots of youth. The sea of beauty. The sea of duty, in the sea duty in the wearing it in the sea of the phased moon, in the whole of heaven. I was the sea in the sea of love, in the sea beauty agendas, the youth in the hate-speech of sight, in the poet on the sea of youth, in the destiny of love. I. I was the president of youth, in the repressing memory of trauma mother of eating till, in the same hymn of education of beauty, in the same of thoughts in the Gandhi’s own agitation of dead Sati Celibacy, in the youth of body, in the wake of heaven, in the truth, sly, of heaven, in the heaven in the lord, in the lord, in the fact of ghost, ghost. Why will beauty have of ghost celibacy in the youth of repercussions. Abuse is the right of knowing he abused her women of life and death of right, it’s cheap dirty to scream, the sinister waking of youth, Sahanani. The wrong of bravery if death Sepoy, the Malang of Ishq, Zehra, one plots, one dies, go getter. The reap of youth, the ear of sensuality, that is me. I am ghost of beauty, why I can’t write about myself, herself, the ghost said, the abuse of said of mine to mine, right? Abuse to me, is erased of Zehra. In the wearing skin, her abuse is forever, I’m not her to prey on skin. The tight right of clacks, of grace, acidity and sea, you can mix, whole of series of killer to form serial killer sea, I. The disguise of clothes I. I would not wear to show, I would wear to show wrong, I know, I like Saree birthrights of my kith right. Skin right? The love of me is the greatest. The ignorant friend of my longtime enemy of the sea bubble of sea fritter of me, yes and others. I.

The waking of digital beauty, because you are not? You are beauty, I am the beauty of abuse, beauty if I have, I show, hence I, beauty

The little of known poetry of thought in the waking of making thought.

The manner of man in Hitler’s poetry of war.

Honest of thought and Frank of thought.

The sight of prowess in the making of manners, in the truth of episodes of ill sight, in the race of evil human, craving heart.

Why is one kill? Why does one kill? Why does he kill to the prowess of ending with the truth of grace.

Why does it kill? The plotting of so. The 1900 post colonial poem.

The bad is bad of thoughts and feelings of humour is that the bad killer is killing it in the right of now moment, so to kill, it’s right here to be killed together in the plot of dais, in the war high together, he.

The suicidal man always reeks thought. The thought of him. Hence, he suicide.

The suicide bomber always stills at poetry stances and bombs the whole acting of evil.

The interest of manner, the truth of truth

The stranger of shadow. In the youth of crying crying after cigarette.

Life of telling in the essay poem.

In the destiny of cry, of sea and Girl of states of youth. The tell of destiny in the cry of Jism, chahat, in the Kawabata, she.

I.

The wake of poetry in the blog attire of me, the wailing of thought. The life of work, in the cynical of sea, God and sun tyre, in the man of thought, in the cry of walk of thought in the sea in the making of live poem alive. The sight of thought in the barking of sun, swaying sea, and the loud oceanic wave of selfish woman or man right.

The sight of poem, in the lord of poem, in the rain face of river in the sea bleeding as ghost and God of sun.

Summer of destiny crying in the sea breed of Brooklyn of thought.

Into.

I.

The crying of thought

In the sea of the diction.

The dictum of the diction.

The life of death.

I.

The seedlings of love.

I.

The seeing of one thought, the life of idea vain of thought

The pretence of love in the word of wrong in the way of thought.

In the moon of lofty sighting.

In the same of high, in the same needing of life of thought and the manners of wake, he.

I.

The pile of book pills.

The ache of grace hills.

The bills of Bangalore poet in the hue still. I.

The sinister sinning of youth

The poems of taste, hue and war and oath in the hue of oak, taste of sudden manners. In the poems of life and the edge of the time of breath and break of summer. The man grows from the psalm tree and life of oath. The oath of life in the literature of life and moon. In the poets of life and death of sea of the literature in the skin. In the seal of tray and grey romance of time and edge. The literary of skin and moon of earth. The sun of life, in the poets of life and death.

The life and life’s kind of time and time and twine of love and ache Brooklyn.

In the writer of earth, the earth of blithely.

I was the dead day of death and dearth of life.

I.

The pinnacle of the moon of sinking war

The literature of poetic glory in the glamorous sea. The hum of dancing with the rue girl. Watching the sonnet of my memory painting with the thud glee of me. As if I were the last maned, standing on the bleachers. I never wanted to love the way of youth, I loved every carve of death in the dear blood of my pathetic shell. The sea man hears the height of word in the poem mist balcony. She is the sight of dancer in the life, in the why, wine of why. Ask the loathe of birds that rue my lie. Ask me the carpool of sea hues, colours of birth in the hand of sky. The yellow pistol of picture of lovely lowly hill. The last of man, the seek of why. The coldest tint of the hutches. The riches of the deep poetry music. The walls of the great Beethoven. The bethels of screaming the dancing time of war, the sea girl times of miss girl blue. She. The poetry war of Seth, the bird of self, the sea of elfin, tart, poetry, wretch of bible high ghost of poetry in the guilty man’s God. The trance of high alike beauty in the breaches of blood, high, limelight, passionate crimson hill of watching the burning madden of glory, ask of tilling, she, of herself. Is the sin of war. I.

The tale of God’s garden beach.

The brood of niche cinematic war.

The tale of dance, the life of sea births in the glee hiss.

She.

I.

The tale of gust in the gust palms.

She.

Loose freckles of Dead Sea bodies in the God enigmatic poet