In a word..... or less!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Loneliness
was not pronounced dead on the arrival of your constant babbling, but in your touch, and kind gestures, not a word spoken.
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1 Review Added on April 23, 2017 Last Updated on April 23, 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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