Connecting within one's temple.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In a world of fantasy
the heart speaks to mind. How's it going? says Heart. I'm going to die! replies Brain. What! But you're Grey Matter! You run the fort! says Heart. I know, but you pump the life! replies Brain. So what's going on? It's the temple. It's in disrepair and the Egyptians are long gone. That's too bad Grey Matter! You won't stand the test of time for you are no pyramid. I know!
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2 Reviews Added on November 9, 2019 Last Updated on November 9, 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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