The day lust fell from dizzy heights.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Before the paragraphs of love
reached withering heights the foreword mentioned a warning of things to come with cupid's archers at the ready, loaded. The revolution of love said " Charge!" while the evolution of love was more gentle permeating the hearts of those willing to change from caveman ways. Every heart has its day and every heart is broken as marginal love, lust fell from naked heights.
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1 Review Added on January 12, 2020 Last Updated on January 12, 2020 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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