A macabre tale of Poe!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Was the death of self
dead on time? Where did the half go when the other half was scared to death? Was doing things by halves a way of preserving self and to provide service to all dead halves? Death the final solution in which time drank all where once life was full. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on January 23, 2019 Last Updated on January 23, 2019 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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