Still logos maker hour neat leave summer for supper?
Still may tongues quench the back of my throat
continie in the fin rapture of two head as throned
blue am I and ever graven, ask but where you sore?

Colours fame Adorn am to Brissen
jolt me father my day is yet but without sin,
shall I grieve by pillar
reside know aform?
*** is this in the night to be my key chamber
*** glee the idea of him to stead fast with eyes in fiery sight
and Question I “loom smoke picutre to link in Vertrica?” ♀

am a victim by hospital bed aas partner and One go and scream there touches and ending life one by one at the Letter bay...
For oh My Nurse do you, Would you have not to keen known?
For before I have fed my blood to boil but the torture I dare to sweet endue my shall cask fetter.
Berief root fetch banner and the ashes dream of tears yoke cry