When the ink ran out!A Poem by andrew mitchellsilly scribbles
When the ink ran out!
The signature written in lover's ink, her blood; she died on her last word. It was a long letter!
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3 Reviews Added on September 24, 2016 Last Updated on September 24, 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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