The fabric of love.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Privileged is the heart
that cannot be broken or feel pain from cupid's arrow. But beware the devil's dart that promises everything only to take love away without notice. As a result a lonely heart pumps the echoes of memories past, packed in mind's suitcase he's ready to go back. What binds us now comes undone for the fabric of man was never tested.
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Added on September 22, 2020 Last Updated on September 22, 2020 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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