ENVYA Poem by andrew mitchell
Struck down,
Wounded,
Knife turns deep. Blood; my tears Falls splashing, painting The floor in Glorious red Over green With envy. © 2015 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 13, 2015 Last Updated on April 13, 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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