Skeletons play in the dark.A Poem by andrew mitchell
We soldier on
In the dark to become civilians in the light leaving our baggage behind in our shadows that moves between us. Skeletons play in the dark, but live in the closet. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on January 11, 2018 Last Updated on January 11, 2018 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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