A confronting mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
With this pen
I thee forge through the pages of dread journeying through the passages of loneliness as the autumn leaves of memories dwindle, and the sea of loves drain to nothing I am left with a confronted mind.
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Added on January 19, 2019 Last Updated on January 19, 2019 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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