What is love?A Poem by andrew mitchell
What is love,
but chemicals integrating on the spit forming ties consumed in a kiss, shared, turning around, riding the highs naturale, until the connection of mind with body says " Stop!" "That's all!" "It's cooked!"
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4 Reviews Added on February 26, 2017 Last Updated on February 26, 2017 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..Writing
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