Whatever side of 'fluff' you sit,
I was never one to be a part of it.
I've made my visits.
But to identify me with a place,
As to track my paces...
Will keep you awake,
Attempting to slot me comfortably...
To satisfy that need you have,
To show and tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem