The outpouringsA Poem by andrew mitchell
My thoughts
are no more but of a ventriloquist mind the out pouring from a clouded gathering staring at space in search of what was only to be left a puppet from my own creation dangling in the nothingness. © 2023 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 4, 2023 Last Updated on August 4, 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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