he said,
I feel like i'm underwater.
this was
before
he truly was.
gripping your hand,
half
smiling. inching
towards
the bottom, before
rising
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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