The carnage of media hype.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the corridors
of today's macabre at the top of the stairs one hears the steps of a dead-man, a coffin for the bride, a murder in mind, the eyes have it consumed by chess its white versus black, a place to die, anywhere will do, the next scream you hear file it under fear, if it's an echo just hangup.
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1 Review Added on October 4, 2020 Last Updated on October 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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