When the levee of resilience breaks.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The distillery of mind,
never pure on ideas and thoughts, pertaining to the naked female form, displayed flirtatiously; dancing, flaunting, poking my concentrated embers of virility, now in flames from the anesthetized state of being, to lust chasing love.
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2 Reviews Added on May 18, 2017 Last Updated on May 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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