Where night falls on dead ends.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The cry for wolf
turns to laughter in a sea of tears, whispers drown in a crossword where the word is severed across and falls down into letters dead. The cryptic shock - a murder dying for clues escapes the puzzle lost in a riddle, the crime sleuth failed to full stop, and didn't see the sign- a dead end.
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Added on August 15, 2020 Last Updated on August 15, 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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