pot holes
equal
hell.
the devil's
hands
are digging
deep
within
the streets.
making
wells
for you to
fall in.
to clunk
your wheels
within,
to trip
and fall,
and fall,
never to be
seen 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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