546789A Poem by andrew mitchell
546789
The task of opening your heart locked through a numbered combination, has left me wondering whether, if I am successful, how old would your love be, or if someone else succeeded where does I, the locksmith sit before my decoding of you my love to be.
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Added on January 26, 2017Last Updated on January 26, 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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