Her Eggs!A Poem by andrew mitchell
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I poached her eggs soft, displayed. I ate savouring her soul slow. In the taking she glowed in the making my seeds sown.
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andrew 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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