The weightA Poem by andrew mitchell
I am
no more the glass that holds your pouring to distribute the weight holding you down. I am the shoulder you can lean on while you handle your thoughts that only you can carry. © 2023 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 17, 2023 Last Updated on February 17, 2023 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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