MAD WOMEN IN THE MIND OF ATTIC
ONCE THERE WILL BE A CRY FOR UNTOLD HAPPINESS RIGHT FROM YOUR ROOM OF LOVE A HAND , HOLD HER FAR FROM THE WINDOWS NEAR THROUGH THE TWILIGHT IT WAS YOU SHE HOLD ALONG WITH HER LOCKET WHERE SHE CRAVED THE REAL FACE OF LOVE SHE IS MAD IN ALL ITS FORMS AND CONTNET CONTEXTS AND CONTRIBUTIONS........