Pour me another glass of reservation.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the magnification of meaning
thoughts blown out of proportion fall through the sieve of recollection only to be bottled in the elixir of distortion and disbelief to be later decanted and drunk with reservation where truths seem miles away and lies settle around the rim of the glass.
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9 Reviews Added on November 2, 2019 Last Updated on November 2, 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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