the water boils
making the pot whistle.
this is how
you feel
when you see her
coming towards you
on a Saturday night.
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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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