Missing! Unfinished stories.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What is the mind
but a lost and found market - a bric a brac of memories down synaptic lanes where second thoughts become moths to a flame in search of missing, unfinished stories. I found myself.
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Added on January 31, 2018 Last Updated on January 31, 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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