a troubled world
spins
on.
the restless night.
the ice
under our feet.
the glare of a low
sun
making us wince.
the coffee
bitter and luke warm
on our tongue.
it wasn't always
this way,
this
hard,
was 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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