The end game of noughts and crosses.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The cross you bare
carries no noughts only a chance at redemption, however do not reflect on what a mirror sees, but pull back your skin and look beneath. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2021 Last Updated on September 8, 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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