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WHAT AM I?: Nephilim WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.
No strings attached.

No strings attached.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It was all planned
on the Hello....
proceeded by
the Goodbye.

There were no
strings attached,
cut loose,
no scissors were found.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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A brief encounter/relationship pre-destined to self-destruct..Clever words and syntax. Love the imagery here- like a baloon in free-flight. But who cut the strings?....Great!

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Added on September 4, 2017
Last Updated on September 4, 2017


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..