I drowned in your ink....A Poem by andrew mitchell no idea!
I drowned in your ink
but I choked you with paper. There was no more ink, you called the shots, you blotched my name; your signature noted- the Fountain of Youth. The Ink Pimpernel!
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1 Review Added on December 18, 2016 Last Updated on December 18, 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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