On your closing.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Your love was
a castle, I drowned in your moat, there was no damsel in distress, as there was an entrance, you were closed.
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1 Review Added on April 18, 2017 Last Updated on April 18, 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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