On trident tongues, the duel.A Poem by andrew mitchellOn trident tongues, the duel. One, two, three, four, five paces.... slithered acrimonious words spearing the trio of hearts. six, seven, eight, nine .... turn around, fire! Accusations travels on forged steel, forcing entry, splattering reds as shredded hearts, lay bleeding dead is the love. The token of the triangle damned, spread on the knowing by the girl looking on, now widowed, leaves broken as dead tongues no longer speak, lie trodden.
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Added on January 24, 2017Last Updated on January 24, 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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