In the clean up.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Amongst the debri
of a mind now dead were the thoughts of memories never expressed I'm told, in a clean up never read.
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Added on May 19, 2019 Last Updated on May 19, 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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