On the number of ways.... I saw you!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The parables of your permutations
spread evenly on your naked canvas, worshipped; I traced the contours of pleasures gazing, that you splashed so elegantly on your undress leaving me drooling on your colours spent. You were picture perfect on your embodiment.
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Added on June 9, 2017 Last Updated on June 9, 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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