The dark closing on time's request.

The dark closing on time's request.

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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fictional scribbles searching.

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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!"

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 18, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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