Romadness
When the seasons change,
We'll meet again, if not now
in the wilting flower of our youth,
then in our dreams,
or the grip of madness,
when the soul escapes
like a whisper
from the cracks in-between our
teeth.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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