I don't know why?A Poem by andrew mitchell
I don't know why?
My thoughts were not only scanned they were photocopied, framed, remembered, saved. Prodded, twisted, poked for more information, interrogated. I was interviewed Given the look of disbelief from the opposite party being the first date. I don't know why? She said she was a Mind Reader. Or was she...... just a virus?
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Added on May 13, 2016 Last Updated on May 14, 2016 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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