Mascara runs in the swell of non tranquility.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Cotton wool in the sky
make up all distressed I see the tears in clouded eyes I hear your thoughts undress.
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1 Review Added on February 19, 2020 Last Updated on February 19, 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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