I wave
the white flag.
put my hands into the air.
i'm
coming out of the fox hole,
the dug
trench.
I climb the wire,
step over the bodies.
I throw down my gun,
my words,
my heart.
I surrender.
I wave the white flag.
i'm done.
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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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