The Mantle clock.

The Mantle clock.

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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playing with new ideas

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The Mantle clock.
My love, 
the mantle
collecting dust, dies.
Her love, 
on the mantle,
the clock
stopped ticking.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on August 14, 2016
Last Updated on August 15, 2016

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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