my red
is not your red.
we're different
that way,
preferring
slightly different
shades.
but we find a
middle ground
with blue,
lying between blue
sheets
all day.
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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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