Ghost Buster, by George Chow
Ghost multiplies as to balance the universe.
For there is no such thing is allowed,
when there is one with high spirit and
another one is painful dieing.
A day without comfort,
Its when Ghosts multiplies for their secrets.
You might realize its an illusion.
You might find you lost.
Then take a look at the world.
You are not alone when the Ghost become you.
And one day a Kid crying..
I see you.
|Posted: 2017-04-09 06:49:07 UTC|
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