I was giving blood at the Vampire’s ball.

I was giving blood at the Vampire’s ball.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I went to look
in the mirror again
to see if I was there,
and I was....
thought I’d lost myself.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 27, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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Strindberg 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..