The barricaded soul.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the language of conversation
where some thoughts should remain silent, sometimes the mouth fails to cooperate. As his thoughts stormed through her front door unannounced, his subconscious thoughts could not enter, she had barricaded her window. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on February 6, 2019 Last Updated on February 6, 2019 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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