occasionaly i'll cut
open a vein, let the
blood pool rich and red
on the desk, dip a
pen into the middle
and begin to write.
yeah. well, that was
yesterday and those
poems are done.
icecream, anyone?
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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