? might even be that the poem is incomplete?

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



Poetry by MeisI
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Written on 2006-09-11 at 18:43

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