my gravy eaters

The pawn of creativity has been on a heel-sprint towards hiatus. The lawn of nativity has been on a peel-print towards tendonitis. The yawn of cavity has been on an eel-pint towards high eighties. The fawn of activity has been on a deal-isn't towards hating us. The brawn of relativity has been on a feel-spring towards lye ate is. The dawn of gravity has been on a hello-spit towards my anus.