The uncanny ability to be someone else!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The reflection
from your eye showed myself black and white, and yet I was in full colour. I concurred that the image was not mine, whether it be my aura watching over me, or my doppelganger close at hand to haunt. But never the less the tap on my shoulder did throw me, somewhat strange when I turned around a woman spoke. " Oh darling you were brilliant last night. You must be exhausted." " And who might that be," asked my other half through clenched teeth as the woman walked away. Her guess was as good as mine. I replied. "It was my doppelganger's girlfriend."
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1 Review Added on November 22, 2018 Last Updated on November 22, 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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