A self absorbed encounter.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Many a thought
were lost on you as were those that were yours absorbed in self. One could only drown in your spongiotic vanity; the self accumulation of ego mania spread in praise all over yourself. My thoughts peeled on the removal of your makeup as did my eyes cry on your onion rings. I was no match for your ego but then again.... you didn't scratch mine.
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3 Reviews Added on December 10, 2017 Last Updated on December 10, 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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