Not only but also!A Poem by andrew mitchell
What is death?
Death is being nothing! One blamed death for the day that never came, a week that never was, and for the year that was going to be. Does death give? No! Death takes, he robs, he collects but he... doesn't discriminate. Death by day, death by night, it doesn't matter for death is all around you. So does death hang from the living or does the living hang onto death? Death is the end to an end, an infinite passing.
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Added on December 13, 2018 Last Updated on December 13, 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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