In a town called Alice through a looking glass.A Poem by andrew mitchell
From where I began
I drifted in and out of thoughts that had no home- daydreaming of a world that was real where I wanted to stay.
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1 Review Added on March 10, 2019 Last Updated on March 10, 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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