The edification of the word slicer!A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was no need to
say anything anymore on the cutting room, the lines were every one's writers nightmare, eradicated without consent, a sentence stranded meaningless.
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Added on February 19, 2017 Last Updated on February 19, 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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