The bait.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The bait.
When you spun your web of entrapment, flirting; I got caught revolving around your gossamer threads of intentions. I was cocooned in your making; caged, isolated, protected. Ready at your disposal.
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Added on August 1, 2016 Last Updated on August 1, 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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