Lost on memory's horizon.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I'm not the thought
I tried to be, maybe, I was bought. I was a thought that fought until I was caught, now I'm just a memory fading in the cause to be remembered.
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2019 Last Updated on June 16, 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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