the heart
lags behind
the mind
and other significant
parts
as you
strike matches
and watch them
burn,
flame out
between
your fingers.
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- green hills
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- the next great flood
- nothing stays the same
- let's drink
- waiting to exhale
- the young cleaning woman
- while nero fiddles
- a good tree
- city nights
- where's wendy?
- the malcontent
- bring a cake
- don't call me jelly bean
- onward
- spinach too
- no news
- discontent
- finding hope
- the sweet blue sky
- smoke house
- gently weeping
- good neighbors
- old man
- matches
- levitation
- lying down
- put your lips togehter and whistle
- dog in the window
- beef jerky
- waiting for work
- i'm tired, she says
- angst
- rising water
- a matinee
- the climb
- going home
- the day you're in
- the day you're in
- desserts
- desserts
- puzzled
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- blue cup
- entangled
- one from the top
- safely behind
- good luck
- the lament
- sunken ships
- t-bone
- the letter
- hot soup
- worry
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- mint on my pillow
- marching
- in the now
- the digestive system
- a come to jesus meeting
- still going
- sky writing
- the blue coat
- frozen in time
- the new building
- rebel
- ragweed betty
- on broadway
- she loved gum
- wanting
- she's still in china
- distraction
- some people
- on hold
- swimming towards you
- without heaven
- without heaven
- the game
- the stranger
- early
- a spoon of light
- from siberia
- she used to cry a lot
- wolves
- in passing
- still hers
- still hers
- she delivers
- in transition
- watering
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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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