The crust of your tears.A Poem by andrew mitchell
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and fallen hurdles the angels cry with broken wings Across the lake of ghostly hearts, the ebb tide of love has gone. Lovers old wither, decay, the bed of tears have all but dried, only the crust of salinity remains. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 23, 2021 Last Updated on September 23, 2021 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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