CHARY

Changing into basement mode again had myself open the cellar door and walk down the 100 year old steps

Hanging pinned and blue with the place of defense in that code again so mad again had the wise belt of the ghost's alive of me melt, the time was dealt, hope's win from above (so stellar) soared and made me bawk bound and lock with sound onto the kitchen's knocked mound, my eyes of the hawk went to higher grounds, the 100 year old steps had myself tonned done (I was set), their lunged gun again was met, one again was among the spirit's bet, with their feared cold rep, unspared was my bold kilojouled pep, I was their on hold guest

Arranging the silverware while looking at the deadbolt's entrance and exit then became my superstition

Ranging with thrills emerged so clear had me smile with hooked limbs towards the mat and the red's hold's defense with my sent glance did land the of Texas wend with my best hit trends, geezed fame then had the ghost's refrain, and I cried with the loopster mission, I spied with rooster friction

Yes came kinged with my will, the deals lead surge in gear did pile and was cooking, the cat's buzzed of the homestead vault did depend on my lance and test wit and the den's chair named Ken again had to be for my pen, with the lead's keyed change, I did rise with the cubester's pitched win, no longer was I that loser with their grudged quick sick kicked flicked sins

- Avalon Dakota

- 7-10-26

- 8:33 PM

- CHARY