The problem with balls, they bounce.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The problem with balls, they bounce.
Having no beginnings or endings love was the perfect circle until that fateful moment when love bounced away. Next time, I'll settle for something...... more concrete. After all, it would suit my life better being a brick.
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1 Review Added on June 11, 2016 Last Updated on June 11, 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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