Riding on Deaf ears.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Riding on deaf ears.
When the thought in mind activated, but stalled on: "Would I like to make love to you?" Eventually, to surface, confidently, verbally: "Can we make love?" It was all too late. She was gone on deaf ears waiting.
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Added on July 9, 2016 Last Updated on July 15, 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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