In the carriage of phantom thoughts less travelled.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the carriage once full,
pulled were memories carried through, stored on life passing, but now on phantom thoughts galloping beat the wings of time, diluted by tears that cry no more on echoing chambers that bellows death; below the underground a cranium lies vacant, only the thoughts of Poe dwell in eye sockets empty.
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Added on August 19, 2017 Last Updated on August 20, 2017 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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