In through the eye’s shadow moored.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I’m not sorry
you found me, you opened the door to my soul, but stepping into my black void I found your key to get out. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on November 2, 2017Last Updated on November 2, 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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