the river
is full of tears
and apologies.
such is the pattern.
to sin
and seek forgiveness.
tonight we sleep,
tomorrow
it starts 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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