Love, a disease of the heart.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Consumption was
no more my heart bleeding for your words while the philosophy of you was the consumerism of those who actually loved you but you didn’t really need. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on September 12, 2021 Last Updated on September 12, 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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