KAIKA (B)

Knights of the queen's king had the tale's welsh wars, the fights of the scene's sling was mad with the hale's health's score, the hype of the dream's thing was glad with the of Wales stealthed tour

At last I broomed and vroomed and boomed and tuned down to that castle's familiar solitary setting, At last the room's hands juned bands soon plans loomed crowned clued platt fast goals, landiliar tall did darings met wings

Inside the corridor's orcindored betting again I was blooming in this cycle and in that like's rule

Kinned tide's clubbed oaring cores, pouring more jettings again aligned rushed fuming hinged bliss, bike bold chance binned bats, spikes pulled

Aimed pinned pride tubbed dooring wars, storing pours petting again pined hushed hewning slim lists, Pike's sold slants sinned splats, fright fooled

- Avalon Dakota

- 10-14-26

- 2:16 PM

- KAIKA (B)