The ghost that wasn't.A Poem by andrew mitchell
From the ghost that was
came the ghost that wasn't or was he just not living. A ghost in flight travelling through a circuit dead enters the corridor of empty echoes. Upon hollow footsteps to mind's door revisited behind which lay the ghostly remains of dead memories waiting to be resurrected. Please wipe the dust from your thoughts before entering.
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1 Review Added on March 27, 2019 Last Updated on May 17, 2024 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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