the bones
of trees are embraced
by ice
turned
white. the world
is a glass
ball you want to
shake
warm
and dry, bring
a yellow
sun
to 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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