Don't touch what you can't afford.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Elevating her sexual charisma
out of arms length, unavailable a ladder could no longer reach, too high. She became perched above alone in the heavens; below we watched, waiting for her to topple, and fall from grace.... becoming one of us.
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1 Review Added on November 21, 2015 Last Updated on November 21, 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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