Her swamp.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Her swamp.
On riding first impressions, on waves deep blue he was dumped unceremoniously. She, heavy in depression, her sun sliding from view in a swamp of emotions, alone......... they were both sinking. Drowning.... not knowing what to do.
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3 Reviews Added on February 2, 2016 Last Updated on February 2, 2016 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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