The cat was out.....A Poem by andrew mitchell
The cat was out....
Those limitations became limitless when you undressed your emotions, opened " the cat out of the bag!" Once, suppressed. Wild the nights unbridled passion you unleashed with your claws. I felt the lust with every scratch yours.
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Added on December 31, 2015 Last Updated on December 31, 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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