In the comfort of self?A Poem by andrew mitchell
While your mind is blanketed,
everything was under the moon but what of dark thoughts swept under the carpet lying in the closet scratching at the door whispering to the angels of the night. Who will hold the candle?
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1 Review Added on January 20, 2018 Last Updated on January 20, 2018 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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