Looking past mirror's reflection.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Like all things
presented in life it took awhile, and all that time searching to find out that the missing piece to the puzzle was myself. I was the Holy Grail the cup I poured onto others my love and other feelings. Yes I was the cup people took to, to drink, to waste, to splash, to spill while I decanted my emotions until I was.... no more. My time was up having no more to give when my cup runneth empty.
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1 Review Added on March 4, 2020 Last Updated on March 4, 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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