You awoke on my paper.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Your mattress, my paper
in which I drew my own conclusions. Some verses under covers were read succinctly, others were brushed aside hurriedly, when things got heated, and the ink of my love began to run. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 28, 2021 Last Updated on February 28, 2021 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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