Played!A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was no
glamour In being played, as there was you dancing naked, on the floor, paid on the pole. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on April 15, 2017 Last Updated on April 15, 2017 Author
andrew 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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