those claw
marks on
the door,
are you
trying
to get out,
or get into
another
place or
perhaps
both.
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- the road not taken
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- to the curb
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- your tea is ready
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- the pebble
- someone is missing
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- understanding
- without sleep
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- all about you
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- namaste
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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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