Of jika-tabis Japanese working boots, to grasp kohaze metal tab closures on them, 27.5cm it’s long.
In a shroud, a spotted shad on sushi filled my mouth, to have arrived at Hanzomon Sta.
To be seen through, skin of a girl, translucent can be seen.
I must dream, hardly to hold if I want to do, no bones in her.
The stomach is full, even a muddy heel, a mouth and a tongue never lick on.