shaved ice
with cherry
syrup
in a small
paper cup.
dribbling
down your
hand. to
be licked
and remembered
even now
after all
these years,
still
longing for
the same
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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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