On looking through you, I had you read!A Poem by andrew mitchella twist for my muse!
To delve into those eyes
was to look in your art gallery, but to explore your mind was a library. I'm still getting to know you, even after your hours are closed, there are still.... too many books. But true love is never borrowed, you sold me yours I bought your looks.
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2017 Last Updated on May 25, 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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