the rain
is shaking
the leaves
out of the trees,
as you have
shaken
the joy
out of me.
stop it.
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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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