i burn my
hand
on the stove.
three times.
but now i know.
now i know,
now i know.
it's time to eat out
more often.
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- the crazy ex wife
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- at peace
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- near the red barn
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- this was my life
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- what fun
- click click click
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- rosie
- one bathroom
- the new saint
- this face
- the house plant
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- false prophets
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- back in the night
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- not every apple
- i need coffee
- nothing
- the christmas prayer
- we let go
- the pharisees among us
- roadside motel
- don't know jack
- rinse and repeat
- hooked
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- jumper
- come sit next to me
- the ocean has been here already
- the masquerade
- that cat
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- ruby or gold
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- coal this year
- broken
- bad part of town
- seeing further
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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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