sometimes the soup
gets cold
upon the spoon,
the bread stale
against the plate,
things fall apart at
the seams.
what once was new
is old again,
what's faded
grey was once a
vibrant blue.
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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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