blue
then blue
again,
then red.
the color
of your lips
at night.
then green.
the leaves
wandering
on the stems
of trees.
blue,
then blue
again.
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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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