Time ticks on tock unforgiving.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Time ticks on tock unforgiving.
In an emporium of young eyes watching, no eye contact was made. He had crossed over to old age. With the party now over, time stole his sexual charisma.
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3 Reviews Added on November 20, 2016 Last Updated on November 20, 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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