MAD WOMEN IN THE MIND OF ATTIC
ONCE THERE WILL BE A CRY
FOR UNTOLD HAPPINESSRIGHT 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........

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