The Age.

The Age.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We do not write
for posterity
although we do
keep it in mind
for we all are
made of the stuff
that ghosts are made from.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 11, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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