When the past waits at the finishing line.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Fear not
your escape but what you leave behind for the past will catch up with you. When the past waits at the finishing line, your response. How did you get here? I came with you! © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 26, 2017 Last Updated on December 26, 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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