When my ink found you wanting.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Your raised eyebrow
had me down as questionable, but I knew I was under your skin. How you tried to sweat me out. but I wasn’t going anywhere. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 2, 2021 Last Updated on December 2, 2021 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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