the broken fence
leaning
in the wind,
almost over,
flat against the ground.
the posts loose
in the soft
dirt.
the way in is
the way out.
what wasn't seen
is obvious now.
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- so they say
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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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