The text in mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The text in mind.
Was not the play on words, a fetish to indulge me in my desires I have in mind. Or was it just words of mine that don't gel together and don't wish to play, the game.
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1 Review Added on November 8, 2016 Last Updated on November 8, 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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