The wardrobe creaks of tomorrow.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What he brought,
she carried as luggage he could no longer bear to their room where they shared all cases opened, while the past hung in the wardrobe, new moments chosen are the clothes they wear. © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 23, 2019 Last Updated on February 23, 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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