burned fingers
remember
how it happened.
they don't go
back into the fire.
but broken hearts
are different,
they forget
over time,
and let it happen
again and again.
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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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