Of paradises born and lost.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As Poe looked
through eye sockets empty, the cranium erupted in nebula fashion on Kubrick's Space Odyssey. But one did not have to travel far for infinite possibilities, one just had to look within, where the mind could be.... heaven or hell, or just plain empty.
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Added on August 21, 2017 Last Updated on August 21, 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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