The exhibitionA Poem by andrew mitchell
There was to be
no signs of life in these better times as it was deemed inappropriate to kiss the Sleeping Beauty without her consent. Now an exhibition queues of handsome suitors male and female walk pass and wonder as she sleeps for eternity, the comatose beauty. © 2025 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 11, 2025 Last Updated on January 11, 2025 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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