the pollen
falls like pale
saffron
from the sky.
a light seasoning
on all.
dust
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- without light
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- the narrow road
- going green
- we used to lie in our foxholes and talk about gir...
- the dark train
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- phillip
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- knitting april
- swimming upstream
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- earthquake
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- the raft
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- marching orders
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- love or chocolate
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- bonjour mon ami
- becoming one with the universe
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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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