The hiss from a hissy fit.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On your circus of theatrics
flying sky high, no net to catch you, you danced in the name of love, but there was no applause for such narcissistic behaviour, caging a love that was free to choose.
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1 Review Added on May 29, 2017 Last Updated on May 29, 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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