andrew mitchell
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The upgrade of a nude model.A Poem by andrew mitchellFictional |
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It’s in the stuffing you see!A Poem by andrew mitchellEven the wind beneath her wings couldn't make her fly, she had no feathers and that’s a fan forced oven for you. |
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Being part of the compost wheel.A Poem by andrew mitchellWhile birth wasthe wheel thattime turnedin your new travels.Death was the brakepulling all stopsin your revolving evolution called" getting back to ba.. |
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The shells of tomorrow.A Poem by andrew mitchellWhere the world is your oysterlies only in thought,and the pearlof your mindis taken by time. |
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The looking glass was somewhat homemade.A Poem by andrew mitchellThrough the tears he saw the years drift by from hard work for only when he pieced together all his sands toiled and troubled he saw the windo.. |
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The sharing of enthusiasm!A Poem by andrew mitchellDoesn’t matter who you really are, for no two people can share the same exact enthusiasm be it something, an idea for only self can be tru.. |
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A stroll through cemetery lane.A Poem by andrew mitchellTo walk along a crooked mile to find the haunted inn one journeyed through the ethereal mind of ghostly shadows in the mist of memories of macab.. |
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Unsure!A Poem by andrew mitchellWhen it came to more or less, no wisdom was gained for everyone was unsure. |
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The passenger.A Poem by andrew mitchellI was no more a passenger on the tracks of time travelling through the passages of life until the end when I am forced to disembark. |
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The hallmark, a trilogy of time’s ghosts.A Poem by andrew mitchellShrouded in the mists of memories where dreams put on hold wait, obscured, I see the shadows of nightmares past, lurking while time yawns... I hear.. |
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