the empty house
sighs.
it breathes in then out.
it's
almost alive.
the wind of time.
the laughter.
the tears.
all still here.
somewhere.
and love too.
both yours and mine.
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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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