The ill and The cure, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

We are all connected in this Gene pool.
When a virus came acorss.
We turn red,
Wonder about did i love to be immuned.

We are all connected in this Gene pool.
When a new divine came bless.
We find meanings.
Where about to survive with our wrecken heart.

We are all connected in this world.
When loves are fragile and untrue.
We need our beloved bed to rest.
What will be dreamed or past.

We are all connected in this world.
When death remorn the souls.
We need power of love.
Whence to build our home to be resurrected.
Posted: 2013-01-29 07:42:40 UTC

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