Quick call the rope brigade!A Poem by andrew mitchell
One could never know
how long your piece of string was, even when we tied the knot. But like all things passing when you left me, I became entangled in our loose ends, strangled by the severed cuts you administered, leaving me in knots. I was still tied.
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Added on December 13, 2018 Last Updated on December 13, 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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