What's Left in Malaysia Anyway? Sweet Memories?

Luminous lights, unblemished rays, glowing glimmers at the ingress of rapture, elucidates the noir hasten in desire. I palpated lines after lines san ignoramus magnetos. I rendered the nomograms of heart. Thawing every solitary psyche, imperil chaste of sparkling personae. Over again, I’m misplaced by sanguinity brightened stars of the celestial milky way.

Conceivably, I reckoned by the tributary of Thames, is where my soul does belong.