She came out of the woods.A Poem by andrew mitchell
When I saw you
shopping for love the sweetness of your lips had all but gone, and how your heart looked so much older, no longer dressed in red. I wondered .... who were you fishing for this time, the same old types I suppose .... all tarnished but polished. The wolf's grandson.
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1 Review Added on November 26, 2020 Last Updated on November 26, 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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