logfromtimesbeforeiblogged
mandag 24. oktober 2011
Love Is I Miss
What is love
What is will
Nothing happens now until
Someone takes
or someone steals
What already lays
like planted seeds
In rooms
I hear
pulses drummin`
Faces near
Lips so thirsty
Do they dear
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