Monday

ancestor

The gifted ancestor has no one not the woes of yore and the feelings of tomorrow. A shift in the planet of things leads us to nether nether land. her body 's cruel. He's tame a s a dog subdued no Her due's better than this. O come along the busted cave,__ Jill's dweller is hotter than the breath of divas.



Her lips fluted breath come along tympanum to the restless arbor .