Your accent is in my palms like lotion…
Rejuvenates my skin…
Face bright…
“Let your soul glow…”
written on faces…
The new skin tone…
Defacement of your old properties…
Probably…
I was fed up with the drama…
Okinawa’s cold own blessings…
The pink camilla is still resting…
Awakening…
Never forgetting…
Like your old home room numbers…
Clone your personalities…
Quadrupled my morality…
living good with…
A brain…
You can keep your beauty…