Lost in the origami of self.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Only I
could bend, twist, and fold my thoughts into images literally concrete, or abstract along the grains of paper structured to become memories of me along the symmetry of ideas inked stretched over the preservation of myself.
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Added on November 24, 2017 Last Updated on November 24, 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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