Fear is not the key.A Poem by andrew mitchell
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the window closed did the door suddenly open? While all the while one faltered, hesitated.... regardless, the bars of fear in mind’s place became one’s own captivity. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on July 27, 2019 Last Updated on July 27, 2019 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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