She was in the Villa
Wearing her fine long
Chinchilla writing for the good fellow
Highlight bright me yellow
The Fairytale Fae
Dunaway, I wouldn't
Bonnie and Clyde this
runaway
poem
The death to be book part she
noticed a sliding door
A- heart
B- Smart
C- Part
D- Dart
E- Eventually until the writing
Do us heart
Be smart inside the secret door
Her Long petticoat laced
Got caught in his picture frame
His eyes were thick to book her
Writing match game
Oh! Sir Do us heart
The stock exchange of books
to be laid she took yours
English Tudor book house
of maid's took hers
Writing so many books
But not getting paid
Then she heard a knock
at her door
A distinguished gentleman
she raised
her brow and heard a shout
her tea whistled
So wary he looked bristled
and she was
book disheveled the wall
opened itself whoa!!
Until the
magician
The reaction eternal love_
Nocturnal flying dove
The white snowed in gloves
Wolf blew in gas jet stoves
Strong heart to fire blow
Writing game of the
Gulf of Mexico
The Golf clubs
The chosen book fall inside her
victorian tub
He drove right in
Rub a dub tub
But her book was not
completed
He was beside himself
Until the Gin
Life so unsuspected,
did you really expect it
Until death do us part
Inside the painting,
the book moved
She stared like she got shoved
the key locked
Both hearts
Could play like objects an
"Operetta"
A literary write until the death do
us part be heart she was flushed
Old spirited La Gazette her name
is Suzette exercising her words
So Owl like but the ghostly writer
of crimes took over distressed
Digging on ten commandments
She only wanted compliments
She pulled the lever but she
felt hotter with his fever
There were all books
in a vault
Who is the mystery writer
at fault?
Ownership of books
more than there wifes
Their life's bonded together
like love to the end
those bookends.
Moving Mass Einstein
She is so vain Carly Simon
The song and book is
about her
So purrfect that all depends
Like two trenchcoat's
with author suits on a hook
Religiously Zen, but with
ulterior motives
books arrived in ten
Her home interior
so bright eyes
so enthusiastic but he
was inferior
with the ballpoint pen,
he pressed her
Like a Depp actor mind
way ahead
So for long such sadness,
I'll be ****** Scarlets
Dark flowers death
her scar fits
North to South
The writer moved to
Charlotte come to me my
writer's suspense me
Goth book #13 never
on a Friday
The 6 day of the month
she took 6 books out
she turned to the side 6 men
mesmerized conked out
They got hooked 666
books
Heavy necklace weighed her down
That chain reaction her
writers' block
She was stuck in his room by his
hands of the clock
Her long life pause her
short book clause
And he's her spouse?
Like a bookmark,
her tongue traveled but
to notice another
sliding door
"Out of life"
"Not One life"
(Born to die)
Give something
A book to die for
But who do we live for?
Like a Jalapeno hell
of reading so blunt
Fashionably late Mr.Valentino
book hunt
So fitting lifestyle
Florence her Coffee
(Nightingale)
table for two
(light-in-Male)
"BeBook" holder
Two in the nook
Writing our hearts
2B perfectly lined
Writing became the
crime
Drinking Lime with
the Kooks
of coconuts
2 death be us part
Words were spreading
Because I am nearer
Anderson window sill
Seeing Bill
conquering and
masquerading
his words
hummingbirds
stronger than his real
heart
"The love camera
"Writing new start
Tarantino
Near the Islands of
Portofino
more book wiser
What holds to her grace of
"Florentino"
books are like flavors
The wine and book taste like
Gallo Hello___Heart
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