The haberdashery of life on saleA Poem by andrew mitchell
The very fabric
of your existence started to tear becoming frayed along your edges, you were left naked with time’s undressing, your zip finally broken. How you wore life well until ….. upon time passing each memory was ripped to shreds leaving any moments to shop for another lost in the no sale. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 24, 2023 Last Updated on July 24, 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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