the slightest
creak
of wood startles the cat.
she purrs and shivers
beside
me.
nothing to fear I tell
her.
lying to her
like I always do.
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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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