I miss.
I miss.
I miss.
I just have to get
through this.
and then
i'm there.
i'm there.
i'm there.
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- out of the hood, yo
- start drinking heavily
- chopping wood
- the enormous bug
- who's that?
- poison apple
- a new place to live
- slight of hand
- the race track
- getting ready for the day
- a light
- just breathe
- in the early morning rain
- let's make a deal today
- hanging on
- here to stay
- too thin a word
- let them be together again
- good times
- what i know to be true
- the willow tree
- unstuffed
- the ones that love us
- house is not a home
- wake me when it's over
- the expert on everything
- what's to come
- the horizon
- the happy man
- the ocean rises
- her meal
- the window
- i want to sleep in
- tough cut
- waiting on the past
- next
- we swim alone
- boneless hams
- tom cat
- fruit cake
- the examination
- the short visit
- morning coffee
- hell on wheels
- counting
- noon?
- compromise
- why wait?
- the good sleep
- once broken
- find a heart
- in all of us
- out of the blue
- mother love
- the summer wind
- lines in the sand
- what's been done
- time to go home
- the condo board
- getting ready
- tunnel
- the hollow
- a new book to read
- he's in there
- colors
- the cat and the canary
- the clear blue sky
- the trees clear
- painting a room
- it's a start
- the oasis
- chameleon
- blue and grey
- this
- it's coming
- sloe gin fizz
- then we prayed
- fatima on line one
- The Liar Wife
- baltimore jack
- getting there
- fade back
- pushing at the wall
- the frenzy
- soft fall
- the road ahead
- it's all okay
- five poets
- murphy
- what gives
- once mine
- this weight
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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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