The Body beautiful!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When she walked
into the party room, her scent was more than just tickling the olfactory senses; all organs were placed on high alert. In the panic, it didn't matter which sense picked up on her first, be it the eyes or nose because common sense had just left the building.
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Added on March 25, 2017 Last Updated on March 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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