D-E-A-T-H. ( Death eats at the heart)A Poem by andrew mitchella dark write always comes to my mind when I have the flu. lol 5 weeks now!! When will it end!
D-E-A-T-H. ( Death eats at the heart)
When all is said and done time erases all doings. Is not death a death in itself all consuming? The final curtain! The last call! The last frontier be it heaven or hell; rest assured the love of life, the love of loves will spiral down time's drain-hole 'til the last drop of your existence fades.... 'til all is gone. The swallower of life, death has opened once more.
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Added on November 23, 2016 Last Updated on November 23, 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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