A pumice a day keeps the rough at bay!A Poem by andrew mitchell
No pumice stone
could erase dark thoughts, I conjured up, built on nightmares nurtured by fear, the synaptic thrashing of insecurities writhing, trapped inside, their hides too thick; I run with the memories.
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Added on April 24, 2017 Last Updated on April 24, 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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