The dark closing on time's request.A Poem by andrew mitchellfictional scribbles searching.
The final wand waves
signalling the farewell of haunted writings left in the mind's cellar where the final frontier awaits death knocking on heaven's door in the luxurious surrounds called. "Sleeping like a baby!"
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Added on November 18, 2017 Last Updated on November 18, 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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