The silver convention.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On reflection
they just looked at each other, no longer did they have to lie - mirrors anonymous.
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Added on March 20, 2018 Last Updated on March 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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