He lived in his shadow.A Poem by andrew mitchell
He never thought he’d see
the light of day, until someone drew open the curtains. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on June 15, 2018 Last Updated on June 15, 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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