THE BECKONINGA Poem by andrew mitchell
Through the crack they peek
To see the other side Maybe the taste of freedom Behind bars from the inside. Or through the crack you peek, A lady undressing inside; You know you're not to watch As your desire starts to rise. Or through the crack one peeks Because it's there open to view To satisfy one's curiosity A craving for what's new.
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4 Reviews Added on March 1, 2015 Last Updated on March 1, 2015 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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