The Waiting Room.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The Waiting Room.
One did not have to fast in love when all was truly over. Time allowed the gap between two loves; passed and future ( the new ), to Dilly Dally, while the heart remained in the shop for repairs.
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Added on October 29, 2016Last Updated on October 29, 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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