Into the pool of ink I dive!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Into the pool of ink I dive!
From where I sit I plummet, into the pool of ink I dive immersed in theatrics I emerge, I become; a preacher, a lover, a sinner, a thief, a saint. My subconscious decides.... in truth on choosing I cease to exist no-more, but in character.
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8 Reviews Added on October 3, 2016 Last Updated on October 3, 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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