I was trapped on your embedding.A Poem by andrew mitchellfor my muse
I was trapped on your embedding.
On hammering my thoughts I was nailed to your wood with rigid views, trapped, you'd never let go; Knowing forwell..... I wanted release. If only I was bolted I could turn your nut, your hold on me, but even then, you had the screws on me. You had me covered with my every move right from the start.
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1 Review Added on January 8, 2017 Last Updated on January 8, 2017 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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