FUCHSIA 1

Freeing from aphelion inside of fuchsiaed famed thoughts being frigid again with furlongs of frightening framed fondly sighted phone homed statues being freshly fisted in front of Phoebus had my relativity go to the future (again leading)

Under the keyed wings of speeding the beside me sun laughed with real fun, as I did blast with the appealed run, hyperspace wasn't last with the deal's lunge, the pinned ride then had the flinged tide, freedom did ring with pride, I was bound to be with the king to which I do abide, Jah's thrust had loose laws in the truthed hall, the flames were hot, sane was my plot, what came and knocked were the going behind time's stronger longer stars having the grabbing reign talk during the laned lock, I was fleeing from the gimmick, my almost plane was swift, the stars emerged so long, the stars did burn so calm the bird strong trust was fast as lightning, the planets of gas were striking, everything came so calmly, the window pane was bonding, delighted was myself in that zone as I roamed, the tone for and with my bones then was at last amused, the joke cracks resumed, I was needing their session's sesh lead, their best deeds, then had the crowd test and pleased, the laugh set appeased, prolific were their ringed stunts, gifted was their thing so blunt, wicked was my laugh by my hinged briefcase trunk, my classed limbs didn't flunk, my blast's upbring and slam dunk was of glee and rushed, relieved were my thoughts of the mush, I was glad to reach the planet's arctic skys with bells of infinity for the mode of good mooded feuds, I used the computer, I had my relativity go to the future (again competing)

Climbs of bold spunk so sincere once had the fan's event planned bread

Hanging in with the trees of pine were the Auld Lang Synes having goals in the time of crunch, my grins were near, the bunch was ironclad, I was the man of the home free fence at the band's homestead

Skys of the cold months were on the funth and ahead

Inside lands so high up were the past's mountains, the ship and sled was pink

Answers of clinged stride once did sing five on the cam of sled load pride with luck and I once swerved with the class of bound brains, my quick stand with the brands once ran with my head of plussed links, and with the wise slick clan starting on the cliff it was pan-past-dusk, with no cartoon lambs my whip of try and tread and unhush beside the brush with the off-road so just was to again have me think, Life went by like a blink, I was on the brink, the competition ahead of me in my mind did sink

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 6-9-26

\- 11:53PM

\- FUCHSIA 1