you are
drawn
towards her
like a knife
is drawn
towards
butter,
hoping that
it's soft,
not cold.
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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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