Beyond the introduction but before the epitaph.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was a time
I could read you like a book, our memories dog eared, but then you rounded your corners and I became lost.
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2 Reviews Added on November 11, 2018 Last Updated on November 11, 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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