a lost
button finds
its way
loose
and spins
off onto
the floor.
a breeze
blows warmly
like a kiss
against your
skin.
it seems
as if an
even trade
has occured.
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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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