On the grey matter parade of eternal ink.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While death and life
was just black and white the concept of being left the mind in shades of grey. While old age presented itself as a decline, trapped in time warp was grey matter feeling no different as decades passed, failing to grasp the foundations of mortality, and that one would eventually die.
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5 Reviews Added on November 6, 2019 Last Updated on November 6, 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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