No longer tethered.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Memories were
no longer tethered by the mind, dislocated from the cranial spine pages of memories were set loose to flutter free in a world of forgetfulness never to be returned in truth leaving a cold hardcover, and past moments yellow In discolouration around the living edges. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on October 17, 2018 Last Updated on October 17, 2018 Author
andrew 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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