She had her own Pearl harbour.A Poem by andrew mitchell
She had her own Pearl Harbour.
True love lies outside her harbour waiting for the kamikaze attacks to subside. But having other ideas the freedom to move she wasn't ready. Always under friendly fire feeding insatiable lust; true love ran aground in the end, wasted.
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3 Reviews Added on September 19, 2016 Last Updated on September 19, 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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