The Cold.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the aspirin above dissolves
into marshmallow skies, the effervescence rains on thoughts clouded, cold. Where the wet ideas congregate in puddles blown.... on tissues discarded. The Cold.
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1 Review Added on May 19, 2017 Last Updated on May 19, 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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