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Dearest,

He was the liking-that was a beat business and halves.He was a sharing machine of the sorts and the thing called lie took forth a path of her kingdom lines.

He was the vapes and tyres and the lines and the eyes.An Evermore reason to stunt her lie to lie.He was.

Farbez.

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Dearest,

She was sly Muniratna.She lived like stenched Amavasya that took her her eye to the watching.She was lie stenched poem and bruising on my window.Her seep.Her Raven tears.Her matrix.Her matrices.Her grande was a thing that stopped and of air and time.A metaphor blooming .A lie-stopping.A share.A thought -lay device shares.A mouth shared-telecaller mouse.

A lay-man share.A lay girl seeking fun.

A fun-pronounced of a girl letter.

A thought.

Fun.

Vaishnavi.

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Dearest,

He was her hone Mane that which wrote his shape.He was not born-till she sacrificed her life-knowing.He will learn to my autonomic Aurobindo shy slay that wrote out English poems till sharp noons.He was hers.He lived.He knows.He knew not work but life which was her brother of a muse.He drew well.He wrote well.We were fresh water's assume.He was the thing-faith conquered.He was like the likes of my pun- life storeyed buildings torn in two.He was her self.Self in moving images of nade stills that were bombed after.Like Jacqueline.He condenses her body.

Mumtaz Bena.

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Dearest,

He was the lie which bestowed on me a stance of interest of intellect that which earned her rupees.He was the niece that was still.He was her Roop.He was her night.He was Gee law.He was her responsibility of heights till her guilt withassumes.A honesty of honey lie suckle-till deep welled-soems take place.He was hers.He was lie.He was all the sudden success stories that shared a nill-hypothesis and is to a poem that penned .He was.

Lie honesty.

Heap.

Heed tellers.Heath seekers.

Hem tellers.

He was hers of mine till still.

He was the lie which presumed honesty.

He was sucker.

He was right.

He was her father.

He was lie-coping share.

A premise of work-still hypothesis.

Done work.

Done Angeline.

Her leap shed her still.

Her clever mind.

He was greed.

He is hers.

He lives.

He live.

Love.

Oncore.

Shahiba.

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Dearest,

He was the lie that conversation was over between us to the lie that was mandatory and if cars that knew.Hers was a salute-automatic system.She was hers.She knew edges like service moon.He was edge's like the details that knew me.He enamored me to lie to his Bane and lie to his face.

Here's her poem,

He was her that which took seeds to her.

He was that which drawing a soil that was a thing or of two.

A layout that which adds upto a lie was the thing concot.

A thought that which becomes.

A lie which adds .

A thought which subdues

A rain which seeps.

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Dearest,

A thought of having me by my side.A thought.God is dying victim.Of mine nor his.His hair follicles were the sand of mine.A thought that ran till sea was deep to gargle.My teenager lie.She was there to save a murderer not me.My men know I will drown in their deep.Their sea knows no lie or standing sight.A girl just didn't believe her flight.A thing called mundane.A thought can deeply moved me.A thought that was hers was no mine.A thought thesis was like hers .Her thought starts to pry.She needs honest money thought out in halves.A thought furnishing till noon.A noon and a half.A prying thought that enclaved.A prying harness.A lie.A thought banister.A lie.

Desha.

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Dearest Shlipa-Munah,

I seek blood and war on rainy days when she understands herself a little better.A better mouth to the lie was her extension of an imagination.She was coarse.She fell for her pieces.She knew her deity to be a lie or horse of deep ecklings.She was Nazira Begum.She was writing till we read all her poetry in her hair.Her gaming far fast cars of length capability of eight seven years.He was hers.He was lies .Gee was hers.He seeks me.I seek him not.I love him more because he makes mistakes.You should read her poetry.He was the same as me.He died.He died death and became me.

Mutsifa .

Rain.

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Dearest Jahilla,

He was that which took out of course that knew Troye's hare.He was that which allowed her to be a jealous girl of rich statue.A girl of grit madee jealous .I want to be her length she wears.He was the sky-cat that wears host -and-toast-till tid-patties.Her hemp ropes honed rouge.

Her live on strings of planet haze.He was done wars end to her seeping.He was writing all literature of her.He made me jealous.Of hers I knew none.A lone sentenced death would could upto mine.A home.A lie.A sin.An esacpe.A don't.A dine.A done.A write.A seep.

Seema.

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Dearest Sunaihra,

He was the love which was the nice stubbornized suckle which nipped me.He was the thing in us of most lie company which eckled me was her birth.Her rate was a thing of famous fined and her lie therefore warned her.He was that which took lies and breasts alike to the sharing.He was a stalker in half.He was cat-like.He was his manners taken out of context to control her payas.He was hers .He lived till he could take on strides and great.He was the shy-cookie of ran run in his brain.He was greatly taking hers of his still he was mine.He was my liking till she was God and I took her Sensibility out of her.

Syed Ali.

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Dearest Avanshi,

The lie was that she could speak honest English and her great came from it.She was her sloppy self and thought of imaging herself in wine 's position to seek love and her aunt was that she could work until night and die.She was hers and he was his.He knew her exact age to be 33.She knew ages could be zoned like her fist.She took another break, where she wrote names in all Kaynajs and lived and loved like a fool.She was Desirée.She was her poet moon.She was edge's deep pac sheet.He yearns for as to seek.He years as so she pleases.She edges as though as though her edge was made out of her lie.Her faith in reality was a question in asking,what will she do to me if we die?We can't due to yet North capacities,once he is financially stable,he shall die in due time.He was a fool for covers and cloves.And she was a madman.She edged only her sleep and her known edge took all.Her life began all.Her deep began to toil.If she were a bad person,she would give it.A titli manmarziyan.

A showing capacity of birth manes and lies taking place.A. Place on honesty terms could kill her.He lived so far as too seep.She felt sad-like hovers.Its been an hour since I reckon her.He lives.He loves.He lies.He is.He was.

Reeta.

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Dearest Samhalah,

He was a thing where he suddled in set beds of muds gone foray.He was her sleep tables going fun as in sharing a lie and a half.A lie-in which she sums gums fumes and edges.Her honest necessary was that thing were a lied lineage likened to a deity.A deep rusk of her details and edged like any liking till he was foreboding a life nill.She was a Pinocchio becoming her lie's edge.Her lie's deep would become surface when he was a thing of lie's hapiness.A shine.A pursue.A meth.A soap.Her lie and hers was a thing of light fires to the becoming and the become becomes.He in all gone honesty enzymes her.He was her.He was her lover mane gone wrong.He was hers.He was a surfacing lie.

He was her bias and a lie in heaven.He lives till he finds Mars in men of loves and tills in heaven's of gones.He becomes.He is .

Jenny.

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Dearest,

Here was the thing about lie biases is that cheap honesty if hers.Hers was the a pace that slipped through her veins and was a perfomance of art.He was the thing that was adjusting lights and was the thing that cared for her was the light becoming in honest seeps.He was yellow and cherished through right honestie.She was the light that was the thing a lie and a half.He was her prey and pretend that she was nice and honed up to lie and thought of hers and hers only.He was the thing that liked city courage of her deep bars.He was the likely fate of her lies and thread of till and was a thing of her faith and was the thing please consider the lower level,that belonged like the silk of honey.He was her muslin cloth simplified.He was hers and only mine.Dont leave me for her girl.She knew not her but her sleep.Sleepy adults.Sleepers.Sleep.

Zulaiman

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Dearest Jamillah,

A singer's deep lie is that she was Abu Jan's .He washed her shy and the deep dained were the soil thing that asked to take her job seriously.Send me my letter and my biscuits.She was her passport and tickets.She would be dying and asking fate-dabbed lie to keep quiet.She will learn to poke to dabbed wrist to keeping her writings secret.She kept like sailor moons and poetesses and honing deep courage.He was lie's whole.She was judge's.She thought like killers of septic moon.He was a lie that shared her promise and slept till moon's night He was her shine and she was her Shani.She was living till her experience and lies became her.

Akbar.

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Dearest Zalim,

Her lies of seep was a holding ink that was a thing of lie idea that was her.He was a thing of lie that was her poet.He was her mine and her Adhd brain took tumours of tremors of deep vains and eats her waist like the suckling thing of parted upon prey and lived upon deep.He was a thing of my lie and was a thing of my fate.He was my problem's lie.He was left open like a slave's deity.He was a shone shining solo and was a thing of fate-cumbersome.He was dead in his ink and was the lie that seeped through a Mane.And a half Rokh Zarim took place where she was the only lie.He was zarim's famous fates.He lied to the thinker where he was the group that addressed as her his majesty.He was the only red-coloured shirt of shirt of a helm.He was a deity ship.He came alive.His prayer's deep was.Her lie is going to be fantastical.His lie will seem to erase hers.His mine will finish hers.He will refurbish hers.He will write hers.He is hers .He was her hardworking poet.His mine was deeply thingy that moved her deep.He was hers.He was doing to me.He was holding me near her breath.He loved to hold to held her to deep her to die her.She was death.

Saiba Zakhul.

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Dearest,

He was her tasteless humour deep in the soil of Eden.He was her lie tasting machine.He was hers of edged cycles.He was her poetess.He was her lonely.He was her sleep withstood.He was honestly honing knowledge and thesis material that accords with her deep sector-lie.He was a shine.He was her.He was one to lonely.He was mine sudden of succumberence.

He was hers.He was only.Deathly eyes of hers to the seeping.

Deeply finds of dainty hours of her silver Mane.Her accentuated line of intellect made her into woven seeps she wrote in her little book.

He was her Kafka writing the shore.He was her hold writing a keep.

He was holding her nadaniya to the falak where it arches to the sea and becomes one with the soil.Dim.Dim.Donned.

Saritha.

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Dearest,

My lies of her honest seeping are withdrawing from her lie and her mother was queuing her posts of lies and faith.He was adjusting to a place wherein he was a lie seeping through withdrawing my lie.Hone.He was her hone withdrawing from a adult movie prototype.He was edged and far removed from reality.Her abuse was edging sleep patterns to psychology teams.He was honestly deeply moved by her prowess.He took stances and adjustments in due time.He was lost in time spaces where lies were the sub-biological species that contributed to my honest budding.He was a wifi holding grudges and sone holding seemas.He was urging her to cool het bias.He was her drop-fist.He was her embarassing mother.He was a only loving making a machine to my sleep.He was my sleep patterns of Genius mothers.He was making me a madwoman.He was there.He lied to my sleep.He was hers and only.He edged in within her lie.

Sukhiba.

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I tried to rude my name in his eye that sleeps like a cat's deep.A faith and a factual soil.A fan.A rudge.A room.A right high.A deep soil that succumbed to my due time is my life that is wrist.