It wasn't about more space.A Poem by andrew mitchell
It wasn't about more space.
One didn't need to take in more oxygen, one just needed to breathe out... A sigh ! Of relief. It wasn't about more space, just room to breathe. © 2016 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on December 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 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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