AKIRA, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

In space, in each flesh, there is a nerve grasping love is
And it expands as there are creations you fall in love to.
When the mind ignore to this nerve,
this nerve can expand make disasters.
Even medication is a form of destruction.
So as to be wise minded.
There are no love is mine,
except God, in case it expands, or AKIRA.

Posted: 2017-12-14 07:49:56 UTC

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