There lies a hymnA Poem by andrew mitchell
Tempestuous angst
harp string footprints over scattered eggshells snake eyes under monk's hoods selling your souls, selling your souls as the cemetery plagues grows in numbers the church bell tolls. © 2022 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on August 29, 2022 Last Updated on August 29, 2022 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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