we leave
so much behind.
everything in fact.
despite how hard
we grasp
when alive
at things and everyone
we loved
that has crossed
our path.
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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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