In the mix.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Between us and them,

where were we,

there was no eyes to see,

but I saw me

in the crowd,

I was not blinded.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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Added on March 22, 2017
Last Updated on March 23, 2017

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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg 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..