Sandpaper!A Poem by andrew mitchellplaying with words!
Slowly, her sand paper
Of love rubs and wears My heart away, grinding. All that remains, the end; Dust and powder, feelings Mine, blown away With one puff In the wind.
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2 Reviews Added on July 9, 2015 Last Updated on July 9, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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