The donor!A Poem by andrew mitchell A grisly tale!
The love potions
you sold we’re derived crushing their hearts smearing the residues on saturated walls in remembrance where the windows cried in red. And yet you never donated blood. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 26, 2017 Last Updated on December 26, 2017 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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