Permanent loss

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Many a thought
was spoken
many a thought
was read
and in the bitter silence
the thought
became dead.

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Added on January 14, 2023
Last Updated on January 14, 2023

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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg 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..