![]() The elusive window to her soul.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The elusive window to her soul.
I could never see her soul let alone look inside, I could never find the window, you know.... the one which read in case of emergency Break Glass. It was an emergency!
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2 Reviews Added on November 28, 2016 Last Updated on November 28, 2016 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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