A wild heartA Poem by andrew mitchell
A wild heart.
"Too late!" she cried. To steal her heart. No longer caged, the rib-cage opened her love has flown, free.
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Added on April 30, 2016Last Updated on April 30, 2016 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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