When Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

When



Binding when I do submit the thrill,
where is the essence of WHEN,
I come to you, I come for you,
We're abiding with our effects,
scared we're tapping madness,
frightened we're boarder lining craziness.

Sunday, November 27, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: madness
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