we
dance.
we sleep.
we eat.
we work and find
time
for
talk.
make love.
the days slip
away
like water
down
the stream
into the bay
the ocean
then up
again
into rain.
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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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