The bleeding heart from bruised fixations.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Shadows moved
along suffering walls as old memories stir where the sutured heart hangs by threads touched by time’s serrated edge, the cut runs deep in the throes of eternal bleeding. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 26, 2018 Last Updated on October 26, 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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