In the wild, your bedazzled cornea will be more astonished than it is. Stripes of yellows, white and brown with quaintest furs will sprout on thy pupils. Dear, am referring to the tiger that is living in you. It roars like the sound of bells around the abandoned church under Saint's authority. The claws it wears all through aiepathy lengthen your moira's clarity. Draws blueth in a strawberry...