A tarot's ghost.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A tarot's ghost.
From a pack of cards, he decided to neglect, he lived in hope, but dealt with death; the good news, he felt alive, the bad news, he died two days ago. © 2016 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on December 12, 2016 Last Updated on December 12, 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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