If the glove fits....A Poem by andrew mitchell
While love was the glove
where the heart fitted, money was the insulation that bought you time, and freedom to explore yourself and other relationships. Sometimes you lost your glove, sometimes to be used in a duel to protect the heart at hand.
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Added on November 26, 2018 Last Updated on November 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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