Eden, by George Chow |
God watch over us, for us to take care our self. In this Eden of ethereal, some made God speak about death. Some repent to be saints. Others just a conduct. I urge my excuse to stay origin. By this Eden of God's gift, from an Ancient Basket. |
Posted: 2014-05-10 07:06:55 UTC |
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